Where have they taken you?
To the deepest,
darkest sun out there?
Tender perception of you
And none else;
Painful tulip thorns staring
Right into my red eyes.
Fall arrived already
In the very core of my heart,
But patience won't bring me
To Winter.
The worms shall rise,
And you may join;
As I take in the essence
And spill it out.
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20,07,19