#QuarantinePoem: Amour étrange

“L’amour est la poésie des sens” -Honoré de Balzac. This is how a fiction turns to prose then to poetry, when a love expressed becomes an ephemeral word to a mind that sojourns elsewhere. This has nothing to do with Depeche Mode.         HOW could silence be this noisy… this loud… Speaking in tongues that my heart…

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