"sonnet51"
with storm of grace and grace at storm,
the will's released and will transform
when all is said and said is done
the one who talks the most's not won.
what talk reveals silence does not
a secret cape disrobes the plot
so fast before the lips have pled
`tis more to her than you have read.
no need to claim to be unique
when cyphered code one does not speak.
seduce, they do, with mind's that lead
embrace each word with chessboard speed
reverse are screams that rip apart
the myth that centres round the heart.
`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova
6jul10
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