Sunday, April 29, 2012

sonnet one hundred six

and so i thought i have
reached the depths of
depths, but i was wrong,
still i stumble towards

the sacred grounds that
carried the scent of
your blossom, the blue, lagging
moon leaving behind a

trace of a thousand steps
you have taken without me,
still believing that you

lift your limbs with
the memory of us,
never to be hidden.

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