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To the duck-pond by ~Papillon-Raissa:iconPapillon-Raissa:

Categories Literature > Poetry > General Poetry > Open


Gentle and quiet, we walk.
The shallow ripples lap at the edges
But there is a space between us on this ageing wooden bench.
Your presence allays my mind
But to speak –
These words I cannot speak.
Although you know, you cannot know.
To speak is for images to swirl like eddies in the water.
I am ashamed.
This was not the person I wanted you to know
But still you sit here. We can talk with our eyes,
Your words and my tears.
And I am grateful.
Please hold me.
©2008 ~Papillon-Raissa
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Please help me with the title! Please be critical too, esp over the last two (terrible) lines.
This only took a couple of minutes and is much more literal than my other bits, but it's the first I've done in a long time. For someone incredible.

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