Writing

Writing

Not a concept nor a ruse
Your personality, I thought you a muse.
Like fire, smelted from gold.
No ability to tame, nor hold.
I find you puzzling and yet here I stand.
Beckoning for your love, drowning in your quick sand.
[DB]
11-2018

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