WordsPlay #5: Cup of Life


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A Touch In Murk

The Hold



On a love-hill

In hand-held


We escalated.


She sunder her hold

While I at mirth.

And murk

She took her birth.


Now as I walk on colorless nights.

At despair I close my eyes.

And I’m fooled by a touch.

That no longer exist.


The game now played

Life, at me they smirk!

A gift, a guide, or  a hand mislaid

This touch, that fools me in murk?