through my hearts chagrin,

I looked to write
a great love poem
but only collected
a score of over achieving
metaphores and unworthy similies

Trite reflections
in the purity pool
of once alive moments

the firey sea,
true paradox of heart
mindless air, where no wind blows

02/13/2006

Posted on 02/14/2006
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