A mother, wife and civil servant, a conscientious citizen and patriot ----- my abiding love for books has made me try my hand at writing poetry, none of which is anything but the strictly spontaneous outpouring of a mind that prizes truth and harmony, above all else.
Thursday, April 3, 2014
Valentine's rose
the Valentine rose that's fragrant still, the years notwithstanding, fell on the berth because you were late as the train sped away. it wasn't February 14th but September 28th and your enraptured captive I remain, beloved, to date!
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