Is writing the best remedy
For heartache and solitude?
Can we truly rely on it?
I sit down in my room,
Surrounded by books
And a fragrance of incense...
My words tremble in the air,
And poetry rings slowly and gently.
I devote poems to you
And our happy, glorious past.
I still miss you
And I recall your smile.
A wilderness. Part 6. A remedy
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