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Sylvan MAG

March 1, 2013
By AnnaX PLATINUM, Boston, Massachusetts
AnnaX PLATINUM, Boston, Massachusetts
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Favorite Quote:
“I write only because there is a voice within me that will not be still.”

Tell me secrets in morse,

Be discreet like the eyelashes of trees
When they steal kisses from the planets
Rotating around the wiring of your bones,
Be silent like the muted cacophonies of
Five a.m. sunsets dripping from daffodil
Irises and hammocks stitched out of pollen,
Be still like the hydrangeas that bloom from
Empty flowerpots and the spaces between
Your rib cage, the birds are singing,

Miracle, miracles

And tell me the music box is not
Your heart, it is rooted to my palms
Like Braille: a summer garden in you,
A wintertide sea in me.

The author's comments:
(the bearer of secrets)

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on Mar. 18 2013 at 10:43 pm
YouRascalYou SILVER, Albuquqerque, New Mexico
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Favorite Quote:
In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.
-Robert Frost

This poem makes absoutely no sense and complete sense at the same time. I think it's beautiful