Craving
Heart is such an adamant thing
keeps busy, of her thinking.
Though every image drifted afar ;
every grain, every drop with her.
I know all have been said and done,
love wilted under the careless sun
yet heart is such an adamant thing
it grows such fancy wings.
Alibies of a child innocent
asking for that familiar scent.
Knows no barriers, no poison
cravings for that elusive union.
Heart is such an adamant thing
keeps busy, of her thinking.
Pkdas 16.11.18
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