From the Mouth
Let not the lamp go out,
eyes flickering
like lost fire,
for they say:
'In sickness and in doubt',
yet I'm made dire,
drowned, mad again
with salty words,
but love escapes,
still,
like bubbles,
birds,
hatching quietly
from the mouth
Copyright © Ph.D Volo Von Wolfenstein | Year Posted 2012
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