“A poem is never finished - only abandoned”
― Paul Valéry
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Tuesday, March 13, 2012
That nascent effortless smile that I could never learn to fake,
The joyous contours of sheer joy my practical gaze can never make,
So enchanted by the tides of wonder, you let them swim in glee,
If.. I could redo my tainted canvas, If ..the world through you , I could see..