L'aura del Campo

Between my pages [157]

Between my pages


Open me as you would your heart.
Spill inner angst and ennui.
Spell your thoughts and let me weave
your tapestry. Or wipe me clean
to start anew. I am but a palimpsest;
only I shall know. By light or darkness
let your pen flow free. Scribe in cursive
what dare not be described. Don't fear
to laugh or pine. I'll hold these tears
until eternity's cold wind blows
as they crumble with the dust of time.


© Kåre Enga (27.june.2017) [174.157] /30:26.1/

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