Some drops of love,
Some pills of hope.
You full of paying fee.
The feeling robbed.
The dream was knocked.
The life like prickly tree.
The truth like delusion,
In the webs of desires,
The trust like illusion ,
With wrong neurons wires.
You see just what you want see.
Some shower with a snow.
Some flower with hot flow.
The game is over now.
And you can look for love,
In space which full of doves.
How many nights?
Your lost – your worth.
TAT 27.11.2022
Drink of love
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