Saturday, September 10, 2011

The Reader

The Reader

Wind runs through trees.
The reader lies asleep underneath.

Death changes faces
in the novel opened in on his heart.
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  1. AndreasSeptember 10, 2011 at 8:44 AM

    Death works as we sleep,
    and the books we read
    go on and on as we look away
    (oh the words we never get to read).

    I see what you're doing and I love it!

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