In the house of my heart
there is a hole,
a perfect circle,
you could divide its
circumference by diameter
and it would be
like my love,
irrational
infinite
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February 16, 2010 at 6:00 am |
In the symmetry of my life, this poem fits perfectly like a pie diagram
February 18, 2010 at 4:28 am |
After a long time the Rat has surfaced, with a hole in his heart!!
February 18, 2010 at 12:47 pm |
hmm.. so then credit goes to the one who’s carved such a precise hole in your heart, and to you for having expressed it so beautifully.