Isamar Carrillo


Oxford - Poem by Isamar Carrillo

A bell
tolls
through fog

resounding
in the infinite
silence
of the
dust
that covers
books.

I lift my head
and wonder
at the world
and my place
in it.

The bell
tolls again
echoing
in the infinite
silence
of my chest.

Am I here at all?

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 7, 2013



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