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In Folly's Cocoon

As darkness drops, I wonder what you have in store to say
when love or something like it darkens on every way.

What profit will you draw from a wild disease of the heart?
Then bathe you must in crow-black waters every single day.

So strange it sounds like despair itself speaks through me;
absurd if something out of the ordinary happens to stay.

This world no longer tunes in with a lover's way of life

for which oh, fool, a sum of suffering you have to pay.
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Saturday, December 23, 2006
Topic(s) of this poem: love and dreams
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Nibedita Deb 03 January 2007

Love for love's sake Love because you can Because it's about a soul's make Not weeping heart of a man Nibs.

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