orgami's Diaryland Diary

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Love was...............

time compressed but memories
are s t r e t c h
e d

out

and so it goes

spring here
birds falling in love
mating flying together
its wonderful and tragic
for I dont have a soul
save all the muses

and what is the love of one
when there are so many muses????

night devours the day at dusk
falling up from the curvature
like the warm seeking hand
of an old lost lover
the secret tears that tumble
at the fret of this new
compassion

distant and hot
like a small tended flame

warming fingertip
by fingetip
till love clasps
the knowledge
of all this

and all that was that

...

12:30 p.m. - 2011-02-17

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