occidental oriental

.

          I've known hern since
                 her simper 
                her bassinet
                  foots from
                      mine
                we spoke no
                   language
                    just the
                  hear mine
                       cry

              call me the loon
                   for say'n
       "mine little remembered 
                   the way
             her lips and eyne
                  together
                   smiled
                  goodbye"


*occidental: from the west
   oriental: from the east
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