Category: Skrif Hauks

     

     CONFESSION

     There are poems I wish I had written,
     there are morbid impressions,
     there are silences heavy with mystery,
     wisdom, and history,
     humour, and vision
     of beauty unique and profound.

     I wish, but confess,
     I'm not really impressed
     with my input so far
     nor the hand I've been dealt.

     And those poems,
     I wish,
     could be simple expressions
     of feelings
     I wish I had felt.

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