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passion sweetness snap resin luck half melts turn taste summer rush hand
just my luck...
caught by the gushing rush
of summer passion,
my heart melts
still
to taste
the sweetness
of how you held
my hand
(fingers entwined)
in a resin of memory
I wish I could snap
in half.
how does love
both
turn to dust
and
remain?


A question many have asked, I'm sure. Nice one.
ReplyDeletethanks Keith!
Deleteeloquently spoken.... the true nature of our hearts, who can say... it is a shadow world i know not how... timeless love once felt that has left
ReplyDeletethanks ~
DeleteI wish I had an answer for you! I like the resin of memory, made me think of insects trapped in amber.
ReplyDeleteI don't know if there is an answer, but if you find one, let me know! thanks for your visit and comment ~
DeleteThis is lovely!
ReplyDeletethank you! I appreciate your visit and comment ~
DeleteWell done!!!
ReplyDeletethank you!
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