Is It Poetry (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)
the secret of this love
But that was said and saying.
Does not the possession of it,
determine you it move?
Doing what you do,
does not make it bad at all.
It is thinking it in secret of this love.
And then although it moves,
always by you it's used.
I had always known that somewhere,
always you he knew it to.
Take your time do not move fast.
Because of this there was your distant dream.
Distant I and you somewhere,
to where it has to come not where it's gone.
Seeing you it seems the way is clear.
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