Fields of Poetry

I don't know how to love him
What to do, how to move him
I've been changed. Yes, really changed
In these past few days when I've seen myself
I seem like someone else . . .

Wednesday, December 31, 2008

For the Single's New Year

Le Mature

Listening to the blasts of ephemeral flowers
blooming against the dark, December night;
I toast to the coming year, smiling,
with my friend of malt and ice.

Le Miserable

Singing a Monroe's song
in the midst of the new year's celebration
Alone she's wishing and dreaming of diamonds
as the sky glitters, all night long.

Le Mask

With her mask
The night of the ball
The world glorifying a new beginning
Dressed, alone, in the empty hall
without a partner, she' dancing.


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