Letters
Here are the letters
Hear the words
Love, amour, liebe, amore
That is all they are
Willowy pastry sounds
What they mean are a slippery slope
Wonderment has escaped
Slipped through my grasp
Painted in portraits of pastoral entropy
I am lost, confused, Empty
Numb to passions others must know
Spring thaws mediate for a moment
Conflicted I wonder
Have I ever known
Love, amour, liebe, amore
Poetry by Kee Zealy
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Written on 2009-04-01 at 04:27
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