If I were to ever listen to
your stories, a desicion
and intellectual curiosity,
for they would have me
wrapped, in soundless giggles
spilling over my cup
like tonight,
in the eclipse
of the moon.
I find myself
drying the same dish
over and over
to hear them again,
and then again,
as Time governs
my ability
to go back--
but two year old
smiles multiply
in a thousand heavens,
and as azure eyes
share the right,
I drink the world
from my cup.
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Humm..and your cup is full of confidence and your identity here..love the approach which is original..and based on the expereinces of life..well done..
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