"In the Library"
I love poetry and I found this beautiful poetry by searching on web and thought to share this with all poetry lovers on steemit.
Light drifts across the ceiling
as if we are under water
whoever would approach you
you changed the comer
You holding on to the front of my coat
with both hands, the last time I saw you
I felt your death coming close
the change in your red lips
You gave me your hand.
You pulled me out of the ground.
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Thank you to read, With love from @radhikapatel
