And will she come again
To the fore pages
Of painted reams of love?
To death she be with utter of love.
In youth when she did love
She sang bird songs
And then
She had learnt to speak to the birds
Thinking it was more sweet.
The other world had been a guest
To herself
And she contrasted all other thoughts and feelings.
Now, love suggestions have become precautions
She is hateful in favour to lose past information
All intentions
Follow breaking assertions.
She wonders
If the heavens go to sleep
If the hearts of men fall to hell
Indeed,
Only the heavens and hearts do sleep
For they never answer a prayer.
She walks all night to keep
The cold heart warm
With her past love poem in her hands
The hate wipes all the letters away
I still remember
In youth
She did love.
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