Like dribs of rain on a drab day your
worries leaked through the roof making
puddles in the public rooms that I
couldn’t hide or adequately
explain to those astounded by the
unexpected deliquescence of your
seemingly solid persona.
Like dribs of rain on a drab day your
worries leaked through the roof making
puddles in the public rooms that I
couldn’t hide or adequately
explain to those astounded by the
unexpected deliquescence of your
seemingly solid persona.
Sugar, spice, sultry, and nice...so very nice...
because the story must be told
Storytelling, short stories, fable, folk tales,...
Still hot. (It just comes in flashes now.)
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Comments
Any poem that includes the word ‘deliquescence’ has my vote… 😉
this is very moving and leaves me wanting to know more. lovely work here.
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