Wednesday, February 5, 2014

The first thought


A poem within me.
Smiling, yearning,
crying.

Passionate,
dead, dull
beautiful.

Sweet darkness of my own,
give light to my poem,
my own.

Teardrops like rain,
falling.
Poem, you’re beautiful,
I exist in you.
familiar face,
déjà vu.

Poem, I cry for you.


~26.03.09


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