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he had her covered
just enough not to conceal
how alive she was
Thursday, 24 December 2015
in sijo style...yet again
The last dance they had last year wasn’t really their
last, was it?
Yesterday, one such moment, time ticked slowly,
seductively.
Winter’s cold followed close enough, but warmth
caught up fast with dance moves.
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The moment of loud music – garnished with laughs – a
taste of fun;
merriment-filled smoky air, those curious stares
and we let go of pretending.
Winter's love, warm as mid-summer’s – will spring
welcome it one more time?
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A bold day like other days yet not as warm with the
sky grey,
the cursed sun in wild hiding, nevertheless quite promising.
As it broke, who really did care what lay
underneath? There was light.
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