"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

A Song.

I hear a song
that never is played
on the radio.
I know it only
because of that moment,
when we became more
than juvenile lovers,
and it screamed
hot buzzing noise
somewhere distant.

I remember it because of the funny motion
you made with your hands
and the quirky smile
that made me laugh.

I love you so much,
that the lyrics
the whole world marches to
matter not
to me.

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