Saturday 1 February 2020

Onions close to the eyes


Burning desires which left painful ashes
Have been sprinkled on my tongue to lick
Bitter than gall what appealed to the nose
Which in a sneeze was forced out
And filled full the wind pipe
Oh now what winds followed these painful actions
Opened eyes which will acclaim others and not me
Goodbye said and well said
Should not be like onions close to the eye

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