I adore cheese.
Not one to my unliking.
Is there any letter that I don't adore.
Thus, cheese is a proper tool for a meal.
Thus, letters are the proper tool for poetry.
Thus, indeed.
One molecular pattern is that what this is? One false start and the whole thing falls apart
She heard the remorseful sound of the odd man out She visualized two rooms with synchronized candles She passed the work of a neighbor who stained glass She missed more than once the turning of the wall
And there, in the distance, a chair in the street A woman sitting beside it, singing for tea, dressed in white, calling the name of her lover, aching for someone who was aching for her
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ReplyDeleteOne molecular pattern
is that what this is?
One false start
and the whole thing falls apart
She heard the remorseful sound of the odd man out
She visualized two rooms with synchronized candles
She passed the work of a neighbor who stained glass
She missed more than once the turning of the wall
And there, in the distance, a chair in the street
A woman sitting beside it, singing for tea,
dressed in white, calling the name of her lover,
aching for someone who was aching for her