Letters by James ZealyHere 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 07/22/2008 Posted on 07/22/2008 Copyright © 2024 James Zealy
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