cut with rusty decades
amber sun whittled down
into slices of bitterness
astuteness dulled by summer whispers
you kissed into me
till cadence of blood
could only run in your mending
where shall i find that balm
that will cool the festering shadow
of lost years that were never were.
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Author:
Jon Nakapalau (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A long time ago.
- Category: Love
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Comments1
It is there waiting for you Jon.
Andy
Thanks Andy.
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