Theme: Love

Suspicions

by Pili Pubul
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I wait
with flowers
that wither
where you left them. 

Sorrow runs
through my veins,
slowly burns
my body. 

Anguish of bitter
suspicions
dwells in my mind
like sharp arrows. 

Branches of sun
enter through
closed windows. 

I feel your presence,
as it brings new life
to my shrouded heart.   
  

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23-Oct-2010

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