Saturday, August 23, 2014

at the fair

Attempt a few spins at the roulette,
endure the clamor of the crowd,
sigh at the sight of a caged bird,
stand in line for a ticket to terror.

As a lily rises in a murky pond,
so my heart yearns for you, love,
and it broadens itself into a wheel
for you to ride till your return.






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