søndag 15. mai 2016

Consider the lovers; see, when they start confessing what they have done, what liars they become !


You render me lonely.
I find you in other things.
Your behaviour is...
For a while it is you, and
    then it is the wings
    of the breeze, or a fragrance
    that come to me whole.
In their arms I lost them,
body and soul.


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