Friday, June 3, 2011

soup of love

my heart stirs the soup of my emotions
each ingredient lovingly immersed 
into the pot of our loves potion
every tear that falls is dispersed
soon to be devoured
the wafting of aromas 
whisper scented words once soured
now become a divine ambrosia 
that floats the language
i cannot speak in voice
it finds a passage
for our hearts to rejoice

tanya gwizdalla


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