“I met you,” the stranger said.
I knew he hadn’t, but why?
Still there he stood, silence bred.
“I met you,” the stranger said.
Furtive moment, eyes ahead,
outstretched hands with what words nigh?
“I met you,” the stranger said.
Mathieu from Quebec, no lie.
Showing posts with label Triolet - Gentile Triolet. Show all posts
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Monday, October 26, 2009
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