Grapes— Day Fourteen of NaPoWriMo

They tussled and tossed their sweet selves away,
Your intoxicated thirst was left unquenched
You were frozen in place, held forever by their sway

When you first encountered them, you just wanted to foray
Towards those bitter grapes, in temptation drenched
But they tussled and tossed their sweet selves away… Continue Reading

Source—Day Six of NaPoWriMo

It is a relentlessly burgeoning wildfire
Each tree razed right to the root
The branches of a persona forever lost
If the source of this blaze were ever to be found,
It would be of no consequence
For the forest is already a smouldering ruin

Little scintillations still light up … Continue Reading

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