Ofcourse!
November 28, 2020
Olives, figs, dates ... a rose.
I remember he took down a bow.
Berries, chocolate, devilish clothes...
He asked me not to ever let go.
Jewels, blushing, noisy doors,
He read me out like a prose.
Sunken breath, faded glor;
embracing another catastrophic blow.
Transparent, pronounced, tangible - ofcourse!
His love was only a fleeting vow.
Denetd honor, broken credence,
Another story of a doleful end.
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