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Monday, January 8, 2007

"of" [a poem]


revisit familiar places
within my self.
infinite space and time...

find the traces
of my broken heart
no longer sublime...

seek the magic that erases
the pain and doubt
from the crime...

loving in disgrace
with patience and virtue.
had expected a lifetime

1 comment:

writerwoman said...

Very pretty. The last two words linger on, taking the poem to the next level. All those expectations unfufilled are killers for me in my own life.