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  • Writer's pictureCurious Observer

Regret

 
 
Sifting through the stormy cloud, Regret mine, bellow so loud. Thorny path and musky scent, Remorse mine, where do I vent?
Fluttering leaves, the poisoned lip, Heavy heart, sideways tips. Cursed traveller, seeking sails, Attempt at sorrow, always fails.
Barefoot ran, in summer snow, To follow the cries, to drown and flow.

— Curious Observer

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