YellowFlower part 3

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‘Who knew’

He sends her a poem,
and she is lost to him.
Her green eyes shimmer,
like watching the Northern lights perform;
and he watches her eyes slowly retreating.
If only he could stay beyond this moment.
A fool in love,
unable to conceal the thought;
he was drowning in the possibility of an oncoming storm.
No wonder;
luxury and expensive fun had landed in his lap,
passion had made a sponge of his soul,
absorbing everything that leaked into his torso.
He slept on under storms,
waiting for the dream to malfunction,
’til the apple of temptation appears,
and Eden’s snake is wrapped in smug splendour around her arm.
All romantics meet the same fate it seems.

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