THE EXPLOSION

by May 14, 2010 0 comments

Not Hiroshima. Nor Nagasaki
A tender flower, serene rivulet
The soft glow of Moon
Yet it exploded

Massacring emotions
Rooting out love,
Love

Your words like an atomic
Bomb
Dropped
Into this heart
Extinguishing smile,
Smile

And teardrops rained

I am the skeleton of love

Put me in your Museum
Visit my corpse
Each explosive decade…

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