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You couldn’t catch the poetry:

The subtle glimpse of eternity that

Stripped for you like a lover.

You were in no mood to feel

The tenderness of another,

So blindly he stood waiting in

The doorway of your soul.

He held the seeds of insight that

You would never grow.

Even as you shared existence

With a thousand worlds untold

You closed your eyes and felt resigned

To let your lips grow cold,

Despite the womb inside your heart

That could have nursed creation;

Despite the boy beside your head

Who whispered inspiration.

 

Versailles, France

The End

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