If you don't come
the world will be poorer
by this little bit of love
by the kisses which won't sail
through the open window
the world will be cooler
by that color
which with a sudden rush
won't burn my cheeks
the world will be more quiet
by the frantic pounding
of a heart straining to fly
by the creaking of doors
thrown ajar
H.P.
Saturday, February 18, 2006
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