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The Anger of the River | A Poem About God
We know nothing of each other
except for our love of great theatre.
She recites sonnets
in her white bedroom in Verona
and I, her shy poet-lover stand
beneath her tragic balcony.
except for our love of great theatre.
She recites sonnets
in her white bedroom in Verona
and I, her shy poet-lover stand
beneath her tragic balcony.
