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The 3 Little Things: LIFE, LOVE AND LITERATURE

Never in my life I would the grave of light so comforting
As I find something similar that was not inside of myself
And yet it was there, waiting.
Waiting to find me in this dark.
Virgil, Dante, Sade!
This stranger listened and I bade
Talking of the world and ourselves we wade
What a storm we made
Master, this being made me
For I am the one that dares to see
To understand the violently loving things that be
I ask myself, sometimes,
Possibly, maybe,
Was this person really looking for me?

©V. Sade 2007 Continue reading

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