"It's you," she said;
She spoke as if
It came as a surprise,
But the radiant smile
That I fell for
Still remained -
I had dreamed
That I might taste it,
And it seems like
Somehow she knew,
Much like the certainty
With which
She'd just answered my question -
"Darling Clovette,
What is your deepest desire?"
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Refraction.
PoetrySo many aspects, colours and themes make up our experiences. Truly, is anything entirely good or entirely bad? Upon weighing up the positives and negatives of the past, do we not admit that even tragedy is- in a twisted sort of way- advantageous? O...
