Friday, October 7, 2016

Lost Valentine

When I looked up
I could just make out
The face of a man
Suffering in the clouds
His lips slowly contorting
Into a grimace of pain
As he drifted over me
Then into a peaceful grin
Quietly melting away
As much as flesh is cloud-like
Are clouds not flesh to some
Who have lost their way
And try to turn back
Too late to grasp the earth
Too passionate to stay

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