When we met for the first time,
There was a wonderful butterfly from the sky.
A horrendous change took place and
Experiencing now a viper from the abyss.
Fragrance changed to be a sting in my nostrils.
Love changed to be a blood clod in my veins.
Softness changed to be a thorn in my eyes and
Sweetness changed to be gall in my mouth.
My heart is barren,
My soul has flushed away,
My mind has no hope left,
My strength is no more and
My whole being has not escaped
Your double-edged sword of fury.
© François DulaPay

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