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Poems are personal. Until.

Bry’s Poetry Corner

pre-dawn silence
painting you with blues

camera behind my eyes
capturing the hues

my common cold constricts, but
my love’s smile is more contagious

dam bursts; feelings flood
damn the usual stages

though anyone can plainly see
the gap between our cities

neither debussy heard your gentleness
nor knew gershwin of your rhapsody

12 November 2002, 10:51