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Bittersweetness
Oh how I long for that morning,
Of bitter aftertaste and scowling eyes,
Empty promises and separate sheets,
Laid bare among that ripened taste,
Of fruit that juices fall,
Like lemons from adamantine times,
Love holds me captive again,
As I tremble,
With bittersweet longing.
Great piece, short but
Great piece, short but captures everything precisely. Love the closing lines, very powering.
Oh my.
I am in love with this.
Beautiful on the eyes,
and hard on the heart.
Well done Sir!
"We are, Each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." -Luciano De Crescenzo