Sunday, February 12, 2012

King's Valentine

Some leaves turn into faces
before they hit the ground
they believe in future lives
because they have still not
exceeded their true calling
within each of us a genius
struggles under a stupid king
two hills hidden behind
two mountains knock-knock
in one of their past lives
you were a walled garden
and I was a wandering vine
and I went far from any garden
drawn by unseen horses
and you I have not touched you since
the four winds tore you apart
and your face went under

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