Written by Raya Tamar
Bottled ship wrecks, fast in place.
Perfect, curved glass, embracing a
Plans set in stone, cemented
Vividly real, at a glance.
Savour the moment.
What will clearly be bitter sweet, in retrospect,
proposes itself with a masochistic quest for blissful oblivion.
On my mirage mission.
Bye bye … bitter sweet…, before you,
I’ll keep memorized
The way your eyes let me in.
Still keep butterfly photos dancing
As I back away, from
This cardinal sin.
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