Puppets of Passion : A Poem
Droplets I held
amidst a drizzle
tears withheld
in the mizzle.
Colliding thoughts play
in chaotic vice
forgotten warmths lay
in lost paradise.
Ripples of illusion
acrimonious & artsy
Deep emotion
in a state of empty.
Puppets of passion
you & me.
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