Here we stand, in the palm of nature's hand
Our love like a rock turns to a grain of sand
Piece by piece our limbs are thrown around
But eventually, everything comes crashing to the ground
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The ultimate cure...the source of the poison. What causes agony, also gives solace. Nicely summed up. Thanks for the share.
Well, this is a deep poem in my point of view. I know there are psychological novels. I guess here I read a psychological poem. Thanks for sharing. I think I'm the first person who sees yourt poems. How nice it is. hehe.
Whether the potion or the vine these line fit well. Read mine – Woman’s Lot – Adeline