Did that hunch woman
and trembling man,
were they, are they
us?
The time that rolls across the beach
on which we sit
says yes.
The feeling,
as old as the sand,
tumultuous as the waves,
laps over me.
Words behind sealed lips spill out;
I love you.
Sunday, 17 April 2011
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