Fate plays everywhere,
in love too!
You believed the great lies
that I told, with great ease...
And the simple truths:
You laughed at!
Dear,
afraid to show my heart,
You might find it:
a red rose about to wither!
The hardest of all truths:
the silliest of all jokes!
Nothing but fate!
Love: a wound!
A spearhead pierced
my heart while floating
over a dream!
(Someone yet to die
for a wound picked up a dream.)
10.07.98
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