Monday, April 3, 2017

Waking Valentine

I often feel on waking
That I’ve been saved
From some disaster
Fallen on you instead
That I am being fed
While you are being
Starved somewhere
The artist too sacrifices itself
Trying to marry the girl and the boy
Adding something improbable
But revealing in its way
When gazing is not enough
One bird calling to another
Your turn will come
When only a god can say

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