sometimes I wonder
who is 'You' in my writes ..
is it me, the First person,
referring when i catch my reflections
in the framed silver ?
or is it that body who is stood
before my eyes,
flinching its shadow
from the undulations of my heart ?
or is it the Third person
speaking, however, of stories
of the untimely union ?
sometimes I wonder ..
Monday, September 28, 2009
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