A big handshake for me
when you mentioned
you miss me
and you talked about
your days in Dhaka
and
what you did there
to all those ears
that have only wandered
as far as the nearby hills.
I don't believe in escape
nor a hell or heavens' gate
in darkness we shambled
fearfully stepping on the tar
freshly layered on the street
towards the ringing sound
of the new fat century
all our life and all our fate
which is the way?
and now
not working
its not working
my digital phone
the tall houses
of civilized bricks sorround me
but the warmth of the walls
looks as tho wiped to the bone
after the tunnels I have lost
my love ones.
Certainly a soul-awakening write, Roshan. The title reminds me of REM's song. The whole easily brings tears. Thank you. Love, peace, and strength to you,
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Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
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Peace be with you
William
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Karen
Hugs, Laura