Le répit

A touch of bitter for the ending 

That which was not meant to be

The herb works quick and sweetly lending

Brief respite from misery

The stupor waning leaves one wanting

Though ever etched in memory

The star-crossed hues forever haunting 

Clad in sweet serenity


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