My Sweetest Flower
Perhaps a Poem
My sweetest flower
You are both a muse and a poet
Your words penetrate me like a gentle knife
It hurts but it feels alright
It is one of those rare good pains
One wishes would overtake all others
It pains me that life is seldom too generous
It only gives one end of a rope
The other can be close at hand
Or as far as the Moon
Sometimes even the Sun
She also reminds me of you
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Dedicated to Penelope Israel.
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Mario Maneri - The Sweetest Flower
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Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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