A Stance, No More Poem by Piccola Topo Gigio

A Stance, No More



Curious, how my love died.
When before, full of life,
Ahead of me, it played and pried,
Dreaming, a future hive.

It thought, it assumed.
Good things, I think it presumed.
....

Instead, lonely it suddenly had to dwell,
Drowning in an ambiguous swell.
Then slowly mute, numbed,
Quietly, it suddenly succumbed.

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