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The oval of her face Blue, happy, somewhat tired. It glares in Hares of lire. A falling star leaves mark Half-real and half-dark Above the shoulders' arc The oval of her face Uncertain, sharp, maternal Like music, frail, eternal |
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Like happiness, unsafe
Like youth, fresh, silly, brave Like life, from birth to grave There is no use at all To try explain it all Just as in love to fall And, yet, who would surrender One glance at quaky, tender That oval of her face?.. 09.2008 |