today
she has the sadness of
November in her eyes
tomorrow
she will have the smile of May
and the world will be more beautiful
she will have the smile of May
and the world will be more beautiful
At times, old insecurities come to the fore, hand in hand with wistful memories of past lovers, loss, death and grief. At other times, I have bitter quarrels with God late into the night about sin, redemption and child-death; and when solace will not come, in despair, I run for shelter to life's true confessional—poetry.
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| Istanbul's Skyline |
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| Romantic Disillusion |
She, the purple gateway to a citadel
of sin and I the Mississippi River
raging between the marble pillars.
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| Passionate Embrace of Lovers |