Knows No Stranger


Dear Eugene,

A heart opens, a flower blooms
And we know the love is true
Known to whom the heart opens 
True to whom the flower blooms

 Love pours forth
Never spills over
Its limit stringent
Knows no stranger

 A heart withholds, a flower folds
Who's to know the love is doomed?
Known to whom the heart withholds
Doomed from when it first unfolded

Yours, Alex

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  1. KateApril 10, 2019 at 11:04 PM


    A leaf unfurls, a page unscrolls
    Green sheath of promise
    In diaries foretold

    Vein on branched sinew
    Strikes a day, taunts the night
    Lean is Spring without dew

    Hands from throne to clay
    Know no strangers or bounds
    In holes they clasp to pray



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