Tuesday, 20 December 2016

The Exile II

And the exile, 
in his self-made cell

plucks once more 
on the shadows 
of the strings

and the stones of the walls
are porous like pumice
that scourges the dead cells

the light shines 
through a veil of rain

scours the soul 
           - immaculate again

5 comments:

  1. wishing you a peaceful holiday my friend....

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    1. A peaceful holiday to you, too. Thank you for your continued support and friendship, dear Liz.

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  2. A very sweet Christmas for you, Jonathan.... thanks for the Gift of you,

    Warmest and Best my friend,
    Liz

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