Where do I
begin?
They were two love birds
One soul
Two of a
kind
One was fortune
One is fortuity
On an Andy
Williams’ song
they danced:
serenity.
her lips aloud:
life!
his laughs
faintly:
Fool play
A sad waltz
their hands
kissed: farewell?
Their lips penned:
felony
A love
story
belonging to
another time
in
A sacred
evening
On Ayloul the grody
In Beirout
Love was
shed
In Athens
It was
blood.
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