Like a dance through the trees
Or a song through the breeze
Love is a gift
Given by gods.
But when it turns sour
Your soul is devoured
Love is a curse
For the rest of your days
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Author:
Azura Nightsong (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 11th, 2017 06:51
- Comment from author about the poem: I was too tired from my lifeguard course to write, so here's an old one. Hope you like it.
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Comments1
The sour does start with sweet. Nice expression.
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