Behind my lips, like waterfalls
darkly cascading underground,
the words are tumbling freely down
sealed up as if by weathered stone,
but roaring loudly, just the same.
Sealed, because my uncautious breath
might sweep away the preciousness
settled between us on its own.
Because I am just too clumsy
for holding something so precious.
A flower carved of silver dust-
A painting of ink and teardrops-
Only for the eyes a treasure,
or may I dare extend a touch?
Do I dare open up a crack
for the waterfall behind my lips?
Please tell me what you think
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You always seem to take my words away, leaving me speechless... you are amazingly talented. Way to write another wonderful and profound poem.
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