Obstinacy
Why it feels
so often, as if
"U" are here-
Dreamy eyes,
those untied hairs-
hiding "Ur" face
Slothfully on my lap,
Serene--
the breeze,
unveiling the
blooming innocence---
A glimpse drops...
And here,
memories incinerate
me within infinite obstinances.
V@@S...
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