twas The Twilight
'twas the twilight
that we hate during
those moments
of our secret tryst
beneath the trees
when darkness and
light fuse and
then dismember
it is the departure
that begins to put
the tinge of pain
the bitterness of having
to say
when.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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