Jignesh Tailor Long Poems
- 1. A Door Will Open
I am so low as snow, easily freckled to a point of being spread out in the howling hail, with no inner child to mold me
I travel a winding road driving a beaten up beetle, breaking down in the middle of nowhere, with no strength remaining to push
... - 2. Separated.
Wake Up O’ dear one, wake up
Hit me, hit me
Why do you lie still and silent for I have waited so long.
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