I will run, run
after
the fading sun, for the last
kiss.
The raw wounds
don't need any bandages.'
'Let us sip, subtly
upon our love's: pseudo nectar
of everlasting's, dreams
then part, before
our awareness
awakens, my dear...'
(forgive me, dear Poet
I couldn't help
but try and scribble a few lines
to accompany your beautiful, Poetry,
I meant no disrespect, by doing-so)
thank you for choosing to share, Guru!-L. B. Mek
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