poems collection

Unlike Them

Circles go round

triangles topple down

but two lines are we

infinite and free

 

Not In A Thousand Years

Not in a thousand years

I shall forget your name

your hair, your scent

All these and more

I will be keeping

In my dreams and in my grave

 

Untitled 

No place is too far

for a heart that yearns

and a soul that dreams

if it means a little step closer

to the one who loves another

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