Wednesday, October 12, 2011

"Each Friend gets some my truth" a poem

Each friend gets some my truth


Each my friends gets some my truth

Wife, your portion’s best

But things I cannot say to you

Brother takes and understands

Or that best friend

Or that dear soul

My soul a hundred outlets

A dozen of them gold

And each new friends allows to say

What otherwise I can’t

But Oh the old friends – longest’s best!

How deeply deep you settle in

My heart is lined with thrones of silk

Like Olympians you sit

Who then accepts the full my truth?

Who takes down every drop?

Who overhears each thing I say?

That one closest dearest all

– ever blessed Ama!

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