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Jul. 24th, 2002 06:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
taratemimaI tried to write a ghazzal. A what? It tells what it is here.
The thing is, I decided to stick to the rhyming couplets, but have no idea if it is any good.
Any comments?
A cup of coffee, a shot of Bailey's,
Between us, so many maybes.
Maybe, hiding from winter in golden light,
Music thudding through walls at night.
Crushed by long lines against the wall,
Holding hands in the entrance hall.
Holding my hand, softly talking,
To your car, through the snow, walking.
Maybe we'd stay at your apartment
goofy movies, ice cream, then department
In this world illusionary,
A younger you, a wiser me.
But you are old, I'm not wise, I can see
Why this can never be.
"Be glad for now, live for the present,"
But looking at you brings the descent.
God ordained you for another
My protests echo then smother.
The thing is, I decided to stick to the rhyming couplets, but have no idea if it is any good.
Any comments?
A cup of coffee, a shot of Bailey's,
Between us, so many maybes.
Maybe, hiding from winter in golden light,
Music thudding through walls at night.
Crushed by long lines against the wall,
Holding hands in the entrance hall.
Holding my hand, softly talking,
To your car, through the snow, walking.
Maybe we'd stay at your apartment
goofy movies, ice cream, then department
In this world illusionary,
A younger you, a wiser me.
But you are old, I'm not wise, I can see
Why this can never be.
"Be glad for now, live for the present,"
But looking at you brings the descent.
God ordained you for another
My protests echo then smother.
