LOST LOVE, GENERALLY
In the gentility of sunlight and magic, in the
arms and amidst the cries of homage, I'd
see myself extending hands to touch a heart
and mind. There comes a schism in our lives,
between the body and the soul, the heart and
the mind, the Being and all that is really not.
Never deciding, the hurt of the moment
enflames. All this lost love is like a forest-fire,
blazing to destroy every item in its path.
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You can run, but you can't hide...isn't that
how it's been said, or tried?
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