Trinkets, wine, and everything divine
On this lilac night: when fate decides, we confide.
Beneath the crystal light of the moon
Let's discover the secrets
Estranging this endless night.
Remember me in the silence of stars.
One by one I retract your scars.
No need for fraction or fear.
Even love can be absolute, my dear.
(An acrostic poem that spells out TOBLERONE)
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
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