Poems
THEME/S
Where was I when my face lay numb
And you when your love was a smile apart
And the dusky distance between grew dumb
As the mirrored moon in our eyes climbed higher?
Our pulses knew no burring start,
Our limbs were still and drew no nigher,
Yet all of a sudden I felt your heart,
A fire that quenched my own heart's fire—
All hunger lost in a silvery tune....
Did we meet in the moon?
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