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My Love Awakes

On rediscovering poetry

Photo by JR Korpa on Unsplash

You fickle mistress, you haunted witch,
your flirty damnation of that unrequited itch.

You left me alone but were forever lurking,
in shady groves, life’s hope never shirking.

Your lyrical phrase, your rhyme and your reason,
your sting not removed by the passing of season.

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Moshe Forman

Moshe Forman

When I’m not a poet, novelist, or writer of short stories, I’m a writer of creative non-fiction exploring Self, Food, Society and History. www.mosheforman.com

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