it is written in sign language
anxious words spilled on the page
like crawling ants
sweeping the sadness away in stanzas
vine leaves left between the pages
holding each memory
in a string of fading yellow hues
tears soak through the book covers
bleeding in mute replay
to earn the applause
of the reader
Flicker of Thoughts 
Rightly said. Sign language it is.
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“anxious words spilled on the page
like crawling ants”
That is a brilliant line, Cassa. I love it.
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I am glad R!
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Brilliant 🙌🏻💚
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So good….
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I just love the words you chose and the fact that you didn’t use any capital letters or punctuation!!! Great poem ❤
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Thank you for your comments. I am glad you like it. ☺️
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