Monday, April 6, 2015

An obscure view of heart's end

























A poem about joy
Expressed not to the youth
What is that is just imagery?
Till the obscure finds eloquence

An array of sunsets
Enshrouded in a drop of dew
What is that is just solitude?
Till the view from broken window

A song about letters
Written not to be sent
What is that is just love?
Till the heart knows unrequited

A book about characters
Unfolds not the last page
What is that is just story?
Till the end begins paroxysm


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