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KRRW Jun 2017
You are not a diamond
for you are not hard
and you are not sharp
and you are not bright.


You are not gold
for you are not dense
and you are not soft
and you are not shiny.


You are not silver
for you are not light
and you are not white
and you are not heavy.


You are not sapphire
for you are not blue
and you are not calm
and you are not deep.


You are not ruby
for you are not red
and you are not attractive
and you are not visible.


You are not iron
for you are not strong
and you are not flexible
and you are not smooth.


You are just a stone
full of imperfections
and broken
and withered.


You are just a rock
unfaceted
and unprecious
and incongruent.


But you are a meteorite
something I want to explore
and the only proof I have
that someway, somehow


I am not alone
drifting in the nothingness.
Written
12 February 2017


Form
Free Verse


Copyright
© Khayri R.R. Woulfe. All rights reserved.
KRRW Jun 2017
3.14 is the value of pi
Semicircle is the shape of a smile
8 is the symbol for infinity
Welcome to quantumly formed poetry.



Expressing my thoughts through cryptic theory
End of reversed evolutionary
It might not be self-explanatory
JUST Keeping It Short and Simple, M, E.



C, L, O, U, D, plus the square of three
is all that I feel when you are with Mi
Fa, So, La, Ti, Do, Re... or I mean me
Like M, A, G, I see... my world on thee.



You are my earth that is a twisted heart
I dream to be the he beside that art
Giving his best to be a romantic
Intimating through the fields of physics.



My love for you is three-dimensional
Taller and longer than diagonals
As deep as abyss, like cosmos so wide
but unbound by space and unchanged by time.



A fire started by a Maxwell's demon
Burning and shining from here to the moon
A flame so lunar and so lunatic
breaking the laws of thermodynamics.



Faring the distance at the speed of light
Lining the night skies like a meteorite
Traversing the widths of the hyperspace
Or cross a black hole just to see your face.



Escape with luck from a magnetic flux
Be right thrice a day with a broken clock
Above all that, there's just one thing I want:
To spend my last breath by holding your hand.
Written
14 February 2016


Form
Free Verse


Copyright
© Khayri R.R. Woulfe. All rights reserved.

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