I have the eyes of a beautiful hawk
That captures the slightest movement
And breath of vermin that scrounges
On our romantic fodder,
But I bite my tongue every time
I see the rat's tail of jealousy
Buried beneath the rose petal piles
Of our love
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Poesía"Normality is an illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly"- Anon. In life we tenderly bloom, slowly shrivel and then die like flowers. This small collection of poetry reveals human emotion from a number of different perspectives...
