Monday, May 7, 2012

a traffic jam

Radiant one:
I've learned so many words but
non of them
 speak of your beauty
any more.
But I can sat this:
as soon your nearness was felt strongly
as soon as your hands touched me;
what seemed to be a traffic jam from inside
cleared away and
what seemed to be a  cloud in my mind
scattered.

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