I ache with interwoven pangs,
The nectar sweet as summer showers,
In my cupped palms I hold,
Like the sourest grapes of yore,
Helplessly I try to partake the wine,
The thorn that the rosy goblet puts forth,
Punctures my heart to a shattered tale!
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Subtle Complexities and Myriad Simplicities by Ashok Subramanian P is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.
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