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TO LIE IN WAIT
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2004 Poetry
dug the grave of lovebirds
who used to spatter penna
to the cold wind hiss
There was nothing, no hint of
where she could get it because
the one that she so after is sodden
with oil and could not embrace
forever nor stay a little longer
Even today, the road is nebulous
her mind loafs in the shrine of hope
looking up, darkness stretches further
still no orisons can be heard
only the cacophony of thoughts
for a love wanting to get a hold
Single idea often plague the dual mind. Well written dedication!