You awaken dead in the other room
Hearing the murmer of voices
Changing to echoes that seem
So far but yet around the corner.
Your senses fade phantom,
Into walls sealed with the memories
Of their almost meaningless struggle,
As mirrors contain invisible perfumes,
To mix with us, where we linger still
For the portals to open upon the hill.
Gift of Tongues
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|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|"Your senses fade phantom,
Ito walls sealed with the memories"
Captivating verses, Robin. Thank you for sharing this offering. Love and peace to you. Regis
|Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU
An outstanding light to strike the dynamo of the brain.
"A Funeral's Wake" flows and wise glows.
Long Healthy Life, Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
|Reviewed by Kate Clifford
|Very insightful write.|