Bookmark

In a book I cannot read
Beginning to end
I leave a bookmark

In a book I cannot see
Made of life’s sun and rain
I leave a bookmark

How far have I to go
How many window pages
I do not know

And even in the beginning
Yoked to the oxen of the past
Is no where I know

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

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