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To be in the midst of the city Through the swaying leaves a glimpse of a window No one to control your perfect heart No one to blame at the first sign of panic
By Walter Thomas Kofman4 years ago in Poets
That one sweet star up there between the randomly lit apartments I saw it and swooned I saw it and thought finally I’m alive again
O mountains in my soul Where I have seen the sun rising Creating colors that I never knew existed * I was not here before
That night we broke into the public pool, And took off our clothes without any shame; I remember it was so magical Back when our new love could not have been tamed.
By Walter Thomas Kofman5 years ago in Poets
1. Resurrected at the end of the Nile The fists of the rain and the windswept flowers He crawled like a child in and out of your mansions
