these and more
The unreasonable love that ended in crying
To keep a dark vigil that would end only in dying
To be quiet one time and another a blaze
To finally shake off my torpor and haze
Both the stupid and the kind things I have said
To drink all the wine before securing the bread
To complain of my form yet to stay in my chair
To spend a small fortune on cutting my hair
To take risks on faith not counting the cost
Driving for hours not admitting I'm lost
To dive in a lake filled with water once frozen
These are all things I can say I have chosen
I love to read these poems, Sasha. So poignant.
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