A Quick Love Poem by Duy Bui

A Quick Love



She came to mask the day
The girl I speak of then
She gazed, with much to say
Her voice echoes the wren

In her absent I felt
No one to whet the flame
In my absent she dealt
Is love a dazzled game?

The flakes of winter days
For whom their beauties raid?
Her face hint in the rays
Will quick hearts bear old faith?

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Duy Bui

Duy Bui

Portsmouth NH
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