Sweet Sorrow


Everything was hers in this crisp trice.
Rain drops dancing on newborn leaves.
A sweet pollen on waxen sheath,
blackened fingertips.

Tantalising, teasing with envy,
embodied with serenity.
This moment so full of truth,
the joy to all my sorrow.

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