A Frosty Love

  It seems I’ve lost my¬†way amidst your chill. Was only yesterday our love abloom but your intemperance a wanton spill of words as cold and listless as the tomb. I’ve wasted quite away from your cold draft. A sullen gray has settled on my head and you, your frozen pauses, seem quite daft. My…

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“Sarcasm”

Proud, strutting peacock, bilious scream.  Your noisy scene affronts my ears; then my brain. If chatter your device for breaking ice,  then your attempt for cool now goes astray.  Sarcastic jester, fool upon your stage. As partner in your play,  I’ve  disengaged. Photo Credit: Made Hery Santosa

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