By the guppy
Date: 18 November 2000
staple for the unmatched page
i cannot predict you with a glance
this forces me to scribble on the worried page of chance
and breath in twice for each exhale
you bathe me in amusing grace
i'm thankful for the fleeting smiles
when on my muse
the same do trace
i swallow, as serenity provides
a closure
to the things that all my doubts divide
the things that keep me up at night
and wrestle with my rest
rainbows at the brink of love
downpour of frogs when past the crest
it's few
and far between
that contact clings
it's more
than many
wasted moments
weaving forever
into temporary things
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