The truant pen
the ramblings of the lunatic, the sweet nothings of the lover...
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Spring
Must I stop missing you?
Must I forget your smell?
And wait for our worlds to collide again,
Till ages turn into eternity and eternities into infinitude,
Till we bloom again
Like the purple amaranth.
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