Thursday, January 2, 2003

Sonnet: We Pass Through The Years Comments

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We pass through the years, disjointed, apart;
Her flaming red fever still burns high.
Giving nothing herself, ice eyes, hard heart,
Makes love ill; yet it does not die.
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Richard Kigel
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Richard Kigel

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