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Friday, 18 September 2015

She Is The Fever

The only other poem I wrote on the Via Francigena was this one . . .

She Is the Fever

She is the fever I can't shake off
The temperature that can't be lowered
The illness for which there is no cure

So this is what I've come to think:
A little suffering is a good thing
And endless torment even better

1 comment:

sackerson said...

Is love a disease? Perhaps not love but life.