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Apr 2015
One glimpse and gone forever
never to see the face of day
one night together and
nothing more
one attempt to share each
others bodies,
for so long I have remembered
one glimpse of the inner room
above the sky
and that is all...
it closed before I could really see
that you and I are just
playthings in the wind
and the circumstances shall
forever rearrange....
what the first and the last
in chronological order
really means, sans deception
of eager perception
is that I shall never behold
for the second time
what the first glimpse had given me

        a little taste of ecstasy
        a little knowledge of the extreme
        and a random thought of
                                       what might have been.......
For: Bobby Garcia ( February, 1979)
Jean Rojas
Written by
Jean Rojas  Philippines
(Philippines)   
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