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veiled innocence


how many times have i faltered
on this green grassy mead
a false breath of love and sorrow

promises that never were kept.
truth.a history.
white linen or cotton?

an esteemed look of desire.a glass of port.
the vein of sad tomorrows
where have all the flowers gone?

innocent rays of sunlight
or burnt wisps of a past?
trembling moments of grace .
and a whispering heart.

a good luck charm.a charmer.
fake notes of sweet surprise.
a sonnet.a ballad.a love song.

no proof of dark despair.

a book in my hand.
clotted seeds of grain.
the mewls of the tiny kitten .
whose folks did her betray

not a dream.but very much Real.
the notion of a loyal knight.a vision.
not light.

for it's an axiom seldom false.
"veiled eyes , a thousand signs,ignore"

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