Monday, April 12, 2004

Theory of Relativity

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As the tip of his pen
finally touches the silver ink
and the paper assents
to listen to his song,
she leaves, still unaware
of the lines that talk only of her.

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Is she in a hurry? Or, are you just too late?



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