When wonders arose
spoken philosophy
would we ever notice
moonlight again.
Standing on certain principle
would love really matter
if in the end,
a soul began to unravel
He might recommend
some nuance in compare
yet never would the moment
translate toward his delusion
keep in mind the word
meant clearly to aggravate
as in love we all sacrifice
what is real in fantasy
Only soft recall allows such beauty
When now sweet dream stood silent
This place reminds me one time
in the middle of a summer rain
we lay about our lives alone
inside the silence of our eyes.
You wake, I woke, we spoke of
those immediate wants we
knew might suggest we did
yet somehow could we live
forever in a dream, a state of mind
yet your eyes always told the truth,
and I couldn’t stand to know,
so I tried, though I always cried.
It seems apparent, seems forever
a lasting memory is all the matter
 | a quiet man on Haiku Love |
 | Yernasia Quorelios on Haiku Love |
| a quiet man on I Took A Walk |
 | Priti on I Took A Walk |
| Priti on I Took A Walk |
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