Monday, February 16, 2015


There is no perfect life around;
Once there were limbs, dark
That should have been entwined
In embraces and songs to be sung
To cheer up our spirits low,
And fights that ended in kisses.

It was a perfect life that went by,
But these eyes mirror falsely
What once was so true for us,
Smiles for smiles, tears for tears
Not these shadows on the faces
That sense the imperfect us.

If it were that simple to set right
All the imperfections in me,
All the imperfections in you
No words are good enough;
For it all began with a smile;
And ended in perfect silence.

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