Love,
m.
Thursday, September 15, 2016
The Wonder
All around me,
connected circles permeate my body, mind and soul
It starts with the eyes and ends at the fingertips
Searching for harmony like constellations
Revealed when a song crescendos on the radio at your entrance
The phone rings upon envisioning you fondly
and lights flicker if having callous thoughts
The caveat of hearing a car horn in the distance to signal another miserable mood
A gust of wind that triggers pages to turn and stop on a verse describing my worthiness
Hearing a stranger happen to say your name when trying to forget it
The anomaly of love needs its patterns
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