The Sharp-Sweet Star

jwhhobbs22
Jan 10, 2025
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The sharpest, sweetest star in life

Makes you ask

What am I doing

When not in the same room

Sugary Sundays

Salted tears

Monotonous days, hours

Waiting for the sunrise

The sunshine to sight her

And you want to die in her arms.

When you can’t bear to write another word

Console her in loss

Think of them when you achieve

See the warm present and the cold ground

Entombed

That’s love.

By J.W.H. Hobbs.

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