by Aiyeko-ooto
(Cedar Hill TX USA)
What's the right thing to do, where we agreed; upon a choice?
Thinking of you, has become an obsession and my undoing,
Can I run from fate, if you don’t get to choose; who you love?
Presently, I hear those quiet strides outside; marching in time,
While I pray, now you’re gone; that I may stop thinking of you.
2237- LIKE ARISTOTLE’S OEDIPUS HARMATIA
Vo. 43 BURNING ROSE
Extract #4/4
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