Saturday, August 15, 2009


Monday to Monday
we keep our mum.
Never saying a word,
not breaching our trust.
Where have we been,
we will not wonder.
Are we going any further?
We’ve [our] hearts bartered.
Poised and picturesque,
A pretty sight we make.
Sore eyes hunt us;
painters portraits create,
as we lay prostrate.
We live on the way we died;
You with your arrow,
me with my song.
Frozen in marble,
Together, we belong.

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