Predicament short poem

My sadness is an unwalled fortress
Where bats and doves dwell together…

My sickness is a virgin mistress:
Unfathomed mystery ailing the core and cover…

My wish is a homeless beggar
Whose stretched hand is empty as ever…

My life is an aged fine liquor
Which my tongue tastes never…

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Laya Sarath

Ahh thats a lovely one..powerful too 🙂


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