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Cinnamon Hearts
Cinnamon hearts
And French chocolate
Left over
From the day before,
Le temps de l’amour
Still ringing
In that place
Where imagination
Dances, romances,
Where you visit
Often,
Sometimes
Taking up rooms,
And when it’s over,
When you’re gone,
It’s cinnamon hearts
And French Chocolate
Wrappers fluttering
To a lonely trumpet,
Echoing something
About Venice
And stairways.
Stephen Nesbitt © . |
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