The Secret Splendour

  Poems


 

Our heart is a time-bomb

And its love-load

Is lapped in earth until the day

It must explode.

 

What Saboteur has planned

The abysmal sigh

That breaks wide open the earth's hold.

Blows us sky-high?

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