Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Monday, 16 January 2012
So fair to be
Only I
See your eyes so close
Your eyes smile
Though no surprise
For paradise
I’ve found so close to be
I chose
Of all sweetness known
Not shown to passers by
Meanwhile why
With smiling eyes
You catch the mornings night
I froze
Your eyes so close
So close
Only seen by me
Your eyes so close
So close you’re only seen by me
With paradise
We chose
So close to be
With eyes we chose
So close to see
Surprised; you really couldn’t be
I rose
The light there seen in me
Morning sky
She cries; then dries awhile
Shown so found, abounds
Surrounds me with her smile
So close
We chose so fair to be
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