Her..................
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talking eyes
a poem
prose
essay
or an invitation?
when
filled
with
tears
a deep Ocean
my
soul-ship
carries.
she
grumbles
that
I do not
write for her?
so
I did
this
on
the New Year's Eve!
Postscript
[When bitter-rough winds
tear off the sails of love
then you darn them patiently
with a small needle & a thimble
and when the thread passes
through the eye of the needle
sad to look at the shivering fingers,
Where's our magnetic youth Darling? ]
for my beloved!
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