like a hothouse creation,
our time proved short
I was redolent, ripe
as a summer day
yours for the asking
you had only to
reach out your hand
and take me
but you hesitated,
left me on the vine
too long,
my fullness wasted
in unrequited heat
and now
our time is past














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Madrid
And I particularly like the visual effect.
Expressed very well indeed. you told the story with imagery, hope, and acceptance. Perhaps with a glint of resentment that it didn't happen? I don't know.
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Dum spiro spero.
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