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Tuesday, March 04, 2008

Love

Anna Akhmatova-Love

Tightly coiled, like a snake it sits
In my very heart, weaving spells
Or murmurs for days on end
Like a dove on my white windowsill.

In the sparkle of hoarfrost a gleam,
In the carnation's slumber a hint,
And secretly, surely it leads
From all joy and peace of mind.

It can sob so seductively, sigh
In the violin's yearning prayer,
And it happens, a stranger's smile
Fills me with a sudden fear.

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