Love Poem by Duy Bui

Love



Is love a quiescence prance?
In wrinkles fickle feet
I bridged my ghostly lamp
Elan is rife in dreams

Then strolled about the thoughts
Eclipsed her form in flights
My dream fast saw its twin
I stood with nameless tunes

Then stopped to feel the song
The pith aired all with boons
I heard its tenor’s soared
Though harked not me in view

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Duy Bui

Duy Bui

Portsmouth NH
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