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Angel posted on 10/24/2006
Beginning of Love
Adonis (Syria)
Lovers read the wound
We wrote the wounds
into another time
We painted
our time:
my face was evening,
your eyelashes the morning.
Our footsteps are blood and longing.
Every time they rose they plucked us,
hurling their love, hurling us,
a rose to the winds.
(c) 2010 Maya Chilam Foundation