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By andybyers
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30 January 2008 |
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you can't breathe a word of love
; the snap of a twig,
and all that wild beauty, fled
but sprinkle the merest crumbs, and
your yard is home to wonder
she feels your eyes
she knows your heart
but never speak it:
your words a cage
cage your words
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hmm Written by sarahh (18 comments posted) 5th February 2008 | I like it, the poem wouldn't make sense if the first and last line didn't connect at all. But you did a good job at it. I don't get the 'merest crumbs," but I am sure it makes sense I just don't get it can you explain? Thanks for your writing. |
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