In These Poems That We Write Poem by RIC BASTASA

In These Poems That We Write

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these are the wounds of the heart
let your fingers pierce that part

blood drips from a wounded heart
pain gleaming against the light

time has not healed the wounds
you can hear the screaming sounds

these are the wounds of my heart
we are not many miles apart

we share the wounds of the heart
in these poems that we draft

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
eloida Capuno 22 May 2012

yes some pain are best hidden in our thoughts

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Ramdas Bhandarkar 22 May 2012

wonderful thought wonderfully expressed, beautiful!

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