Thursday, June 20, 2013

My book



Go on and open it
My diary
My book of
Poetry
If you will.
For you
Nothing is hidden
Exposed 
And forthcoming
Every feeling
Is plain-spoken.
Either
You will read it
Right
If you do
Then 
You will 
Most likely
Recite
Each verse
As a fountain
Of goodness
Each one
Rhyming
With
A hunk of
Frankness.
My book is
Yours to read
For you and
You alone 
To study, 
To pore over 
 And be absorbed in;
You will
Interpret
Everything
Is as sincere
As it is;
 I have not
Sprinkled anything
Nothing is
Beautified
Because
I have no
Details
To gild.
My book is
Yours to read
An open book
To you only.
This is
My diary,
My book of
Poetry
For you and
You alone
To see.



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