Moment of the Muse
Spontaneous thought in poetic form.
12.12.11
The fragrance of garlic
oregano and basil
your fleeting words
to my hungry soul.
Pleasant and welcome.
Leave me hungry still.
11.12.11
My colors will be dark
as the place in my heart
where you dwell
but may no longer shine.
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