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Lovers In Mind
Perhaps like observing
A whirlpool, a storm,
The overhanging danger
Is getting too close,
Watching them one
Couldn’t help wondering
If the exclusion
Of the infusion
Of their fluids
Led to the crazy
Confusion,
Bordering on what
The so called sane
Call dancing the fringes
Of insanity,
And yet,
Believing in possibilities
Understanding
The remoteness
Of probabilities,
Were they kept aloft
By thoughts of perhaps
Somewhere
Somehow
Someday.
Stephen Nesbitt © . |
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