Thursday 11 June 2020

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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