poem by Marc Aupiais
Yes, dearest, you know its true I do,
You know I've sinned, I sin for you,
In hope you'd spare me of my life,
For without you none is worth,
And my goals ultimately pointless,
Apart, my dearest, from dearest you!
And yet, the night breeze, I sensed, it became a hurricane in the morning, my dream, in it as though truth itself, is to know that night breeze, as though in romance- to romance the mystery of the hidden truth. For I love the night breeze, which so few yet can sense.
Friday, July 30, 2010
In quietness I sin
Posted by Marc Evan Aupiais at 6:04 PM
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