Yes; the joint greatness of desperation and affection makes a striking poem.
I like the juxtaposition of the seemingly beautiful and the strikingly sad.
sometimes the declarative just rings true. i do not know why that is. this does that. cf. Georg Trakl: "It is a stubble ﬁeld, where a black rain is falling. It is a brown tree, that stands alone." why, yes, of course. bravo to you.
A great mix. Well done
timmy,I like this very much:"a secret conflagrationin the coolest breeze"And I agree with what you are saying about desperation. You express it so well here.
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