Bittersweet and Salty
Ectasy pleasure, spontaneous delight.
Atmosphere is not a perfume
that scent - clear and sweet,
is not my soul.
In this city of orgasm.
your own affairs, unravel and uncurl
into shreds of pain and sigh
simple nothingness...
Life, so much unavoidable dissapointments
like autumn chrysanthums, like winter plums
Yet I do adore--
the light, bittersweet,salty taste
of dream, of hope, of love.
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