Eurolove


I cannot
And I will not
No, I cannot love you less
Like the flower to the butterfly
The corsage to the dress

She turns my love to dust
My destination empty
My beliefs scattered: Diaspora!

Who set this course – and why?
Now my wings beat –
Without purpose
Yet they speed…


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Eurolove