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Finders MAG
October 18, 2010
I found the words hiding.
Curled between my toes,
Itching with every step.
They are the poems.
Poems hiding in corners of mouths
Pulled upwards in a smirk.
Drifting through fingers
Of pleading hands.
Fingers running rough,
Feeling the raised edges
Of blank canvas
And listening to whispers
Of words indiscernible
But still I listen,
Blessed by ignorance,
Blessed by things I can't understand,
While my strained ears
Line thick with perfect words.
© Mitchell Q., brampton, Canada
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LittleBritt PLATINUM said...
on Feb. 16 2012 at 10:33 pm
drifting through fingers of pleading hands .... gorgeous. lovely poem
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