A Marital Poem

The pomegranate flower
we admired in the park,
has become a fruit.
The sweet summer kisses
we shared in the dark
have become a youth.
The vows we pledged
in the Church of St Mark
got lost in the rut.
Yet we roll like all is good
while under rug
awaits the truth.


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