by Arunansu   Oct 21, 2008

My reveries were clouds
in your firmament; my mornings
bathed your windowpane.

You scoffed at my poesy.
I treasured your cold stare
within a veil of clumsy words.

You pulled a gun. Fired a shot at me.
I muttered,
"I shall reply with roses."


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