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here’s the easy poem-
muttered low,

love’s not a simple matter
so my words won’t
frame it
so-

whole truth’s displayed
on mirror’s mind.

can’t claim the climb’s
been smooth,

as my lips drool you
this cheap
wine,

hold patience now,
view from the summit
could melt the
chains of
time.

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time’s troubles melted
as if we never
felt it,

just the puddle where
our pasts and
futures
mix.

in a bubble, where
colour yet
exists.

Grumpy Gorman
igram: https://www.instagram.com/grumpygorman/?hl=en

an easy poem, that didn’t feel so..

thank you for reading.