A Mustard Seed is a Funny Thing
Poetry, if not in form, in matter
Sunday, January 16, 2011
A Love so Ungraspable
A love so ungraspable,
so lonely, so true,
I am unfathomably
alone without you.
And fear so completed
by guilt inconsolable
Fear so full yet not afraid
of life so uncontrollable.
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