One day I decided to write a poem a day. I called it "The Folded Poems" because I pretended finding them under a chair written on the folded pieces of paper. The only criteria for the poems to be, was my own endorsement. I was the judge. If it "sounded" right, I kept it. Keeping with the pace, though, was not easy. Here I am posting them up to date. I am still writing, but not necessarily every day.
Saturday, December 17, 2016
A throat wants to find a sound inside the hollow depth. Is there anyone to hear silence? If there are ears that can hear silence, then there are songs inside the hollow depth.
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