If the night repeated itself later, will the life of them
Flash and dull, as when she first entered the life of him.
Somewhere in Oia, Greece, a blue dome under generous moonlight
And he could not feel awe or anything, for the life of him.
When she turned twenty-four, she blew out the candles
Made promises to be free, from the life of him.
Later the red and plum and gold leaves colored a sky
Blue as the dome, he sighed the bland, colorless life of him.
They snuck under a stingier moon, and reenacted the perfunctory kiss
She came home to write this poem--which later he could not remember--for the life of him.
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this poem is an attempt at the ghazal, its form can be found here: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/5781
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