Bitter Sour Milk - Poem by Ari Alsio
What is a love and poetry?
What is eternal happiness?
It is a rosy dream,
a dream about you and me,
sometimes I guess is true.
Prior to that, it's just a dream.
The pain inside,
like the lemon,
sour and bitter taste of sour milk,
can I learn you loved,
our relationship destroys happiness.
It is dreams will reach cobweb,
unbearable and unsophisticated.
It is our love and the true
preferably ass itch became a hot embers.
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