Poetry
There’s a season of love on earth
made specially for you and me:...
While the world is asleep
I wake up
and quietly enter
my poetry....
Dreams can’t speak;
They have no words.
Deaf, dumb, numb,
they express in sheer visuals.
...
Today, an old love
appears before me
and asks for the price
of each of my songs...
You led me, your old lover,
to your new house,
down the valley,
upon the hills....
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