Monday 27 July 2020

Bliss and Shame: A Poem

O my lady,

Is there a ceiling
for wanton woes
of bliss & shame?

It's forever winter
if summer surrenders
are not game

A little magic
secrets with smiles
do not tame

Shuttered echos
ricochet in shadows
of frozen flame

Why do you ignore
instincts of nature
without a name?

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