The sea is a garden
Poetry. Works in progress.
Sunday, November 11, 2012
a definite dream
Is there a word for everything?
I don't think so.
Not at all.
(It would make me mad
and drive me mad
if that was so).
She leans against me and I think
no one has ever had this moment butI
and no one ever will.
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