Once more my thoughts have left you
Like tart fruit; it consumes
The virgin tongue always parting
animosity alone
and I have ridden
the pungent train on
winter's stretched spine
to those days
those springtime days
when our kisses
once fed these thirsty trees.
Oh fields of bleak;
they no longer weep
how careless was I
to not have cared for this
frail soul of mine
How it wept this dawn...
Love beats these thin lashes
so innocent
now with indignity
again, how brave was I
to not have dreaded
what true love can do!


















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