While looking for a misplaced book I found another
start all over again like trying a new mathematical solution
unsure and delayed with many erasures
long semtences with lots of punctuations and nuances
one of the stories is buried somewhere
one departure leaves a void, pain and absence
the search is really not for a book but for a new love
a serendepity of opposite tastes that harmonize
thorns are never a deterrence in picking a rose
And you think I will not enjoy operas.
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