Tuesday, 8 September 2009


That space in my face
With the shell like spikes
Is a smile that a while
Back was lacking.

But a boy with the joy
Of a cherub stared up
And persuaded away
All my dryness.

Then a girl with the world
In the palm of her hand
Took a moment to hold
Only Me,

And a lady of fate
And a house of renown
Pioneered my good cheer
And enchantment.

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