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by James Zealy

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

07/22/2008

Posted on 07/22/2008
Copyright © 2021 James Zealy

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