Thursday, January 02, 2014

the two of us
confessed love.

Love that add
years to years

Like those circular
lines inside
the trunks of trees.

Like everyone else
we reach some points of
divergence

And then we are
beside each other

sleeping and
eating and drinking

Even if love flies away
like a wild bird

we still keep the cage
it is not significant

The two of us
Are named Faithfuls.

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