Ardor woolgatheringA Poem by Shards
Drunk on bliss igniting in fiery magenta and tangerine passion. Naivety green lighted, we walk barefoot on this glass shard strewn road called love, fearless and driven by impulses impossible to think through while gluttonous lust leaves cancerous bruises only time’s ointment can heal. Hopefulness laced with skepticism our inevitable downfall we clasp hands and kiss anyway, affectionately imparting these flaws on the pearls of our wisdom, racing to embrace this double-edged joy of being human.
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