You are, love lost
The blissful crudeness of
Warm days and wintry nights
The spontaneity perhaps
In the mundane everyday
The farmer's wheat and sickle
The fisherfolk's net and sea
To eyes beholding city lights
To feet crushing concrete walks
And all ears to cacophonous talk
Somehow...
You are a sad sonnet
With your sallow eyes
Your laughter cut short
And I, an ode to you
13/7/2011
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