Sunday, July 15, 2012

sonnet one hundred eighty one

finally, i have the dark
alleys to understand my
loneliness, lastly - i have
found the meaningful

stops between stations
to crave for my breath
the way you did, these hands
shaken by the gravity of

thought, the wish that i
was sharing this very moment
with you - but that is exactly

what i am doing right now -
summoning your image and
holding your gaze like always.

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