Utopia : The Land of My Soul
Thursday, June 28, 2007
TOKENS OF LOVE LOST
A word that slings the heart like an arrow shot with vengeance,
A feline look cast archly as if it could incise the heart.
A frigid shoulder, like Lucifer’s when he was indicted, turned away.
The body grown starkly nonchalant, losing its jewelries – warmth and amicability.
And……… an incomplete orb
Does Heaven hear?
Even a Phoenix is bored!
One step, two, three…..a complete cycle.
Yes, you have just yourself to hear out what the “you” says.
Do you have company?
Asking or confirming?
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