This is a fantasy, which is based on my personal experience.
Fills all my heart with finest booze,
And on my lips your bitter kiss
Is sweeter than the mango juice.
Our fragile love – Alas! – is dead,
And ne'er will our souls unite!
Wherefore you needed to behead
This fair maiden? Why?
2010
Poetry by Joan Black
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Written on 2010-06-18 at 18:59
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A Sad Daydream
The scent of blooming apple-treesFills all my heart with finest booze,
And on my lips your bitter kiss
Is sweeter than the mango juice.
Our fragile love – Alas! – is dead,
And ne'er will our souls unite!
Wherefore you needed to behead
This fair maiden? Why?
2010
Poetry by Joan Black
Read 762 times
Written on 2010-06-18 at 18:59
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