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mon key

he was to be
mon qui…

a puzzle he
solid as a puzzle tree
made mon mind a little crazy

like a silly monkey
in love…

hazy lazy dream times
yet, solid as oak
who liked a joke
from time to time
passing…
strangers in paradise
on dreamy sunset shores

score & scores of
vagabonds & whores
followed him
mesmerized
he didn’t see me
not in reality
outside the illusion
of cyber space
trying to keep pace

i fell in love with him too
wouldn’t you?
a beautiful guru

mon qui… my key…
ma clé, mon doux ami
vous voulez être mon amant

a never to be
love affair
& key to me…
to my soul
i gave him.

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I have a keen interest in The Arts as therapy and a fundamental tool for understanding and managing mental health. I love nature, reading, writing, poetry, painting dance and yoga. And have a keen interest in social issues & humanities.

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