Wednesday, February 29, 2012

sonnet seventy two

my mind wanders into
dark alleys that contain
your vacant gazes and
fleeting laughter, mesmerized

still, no matter the times
you have let out such
a pleasure, a seamless
resonance of all things

beautiful in this life,
and no matter the times
i write over thoughts

i have desperately
attempted to erase,
you remain constant.

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