INVISIBLE
Something truer than
true love writes
its name in the
sky using cloud
cover as its excuse.
Will you marry
me or at least
be merry with me
while we may?
Rosebuds gather
without us to
celebrate our madness.
We hide in invisible
traces of ourselves.
Sunday, December 18, 2011
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