Not In The Mood For A Duet...

now what is happening?
we are not in the mood for a duet
we go solo, i sing the songs of the farmers
you sing the song of lovers petting by the
side of the hill

we are happy
parting away
we are two singing birds
drifting apart

soon, without the waste of words
we understand what sweet farewells are
all bitterness forgotten
sins forgiven

and when we meet again
we shall admit, perhaps we should have never shown
what we want them to believe
we should not have told them
what love tales are

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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