Poems have been away of life for me,I don't have to think i don't have to meditate i don't have to go through the things i write or experience them to write,words just flow out and i write
Tuesday, 21 May 2013
THIRTY TWO THIRTY
Never knew how to express
Express such deep rich love
So perplexed and bemused
Nimble strong emotions
Dumbstruck with such beauty
That traits of love turned into bullying
Stupefied infatuation that later throved
To the extent that distance was no impediment
Leaving room for love to butterfly
And flower up into what now is
From what was,hopefully to what is to be conceived
No longer miles that separate,but when love begins
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