Did I ever tell you
How I went all crazy?Not you?
How many nights
I couldn't sleep.
Your face might
Be hidden
In heavy, pillow shadow
A moon lightened,
Handing out all the shy
Beauty of night breathing
In your sleepless sighs.
Clouds
Women are soft
Clouds of the sky
Holding up stars
As eyes. When they
Cry, the whole world
Cries even in the
Brightest sunshine.
And when they change
No man can perceive
What comes next.
They have learnt
To move on
Slowly at times.
P.S.: Love these two pieces. Of course, my judgment is clouded.
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