Random Thoughts


how bitter grows love
when tainted by knowledge
her follies of yesterday,
her otherward needs

how deep seeps love
when mingled with wisdom
understanding of patience
fulfillment of needs

I ride my bicycle all through your mind
a double sunset ahead,
golden shadow mountains lie behind
tyres caressing words you've said

I fly my kite up to your clouds
they kiss, descending now
a freshened tree breath expunges doubts
electric water, I must bow

how round seems love
when it all comes back today
miles of two lane travel
together, a thousand dreams

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