Wednesday, January 26, 2011

A poem about love

Two opposites on a morose night.
An awful night, their stoic nature gives them light
Their effervescence turns the fog into a the most beautiful time of day in Prague.
The opposites nonchalance is beautiful. Their is no decadence.
They show an exemplary exuberance just to be together.
They keep their love a surreptitious one.
That night goes on forever, the two are indefatigable. Together all night long.
It was a prodigal time for the two of them. Together for only a night.

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