Sitting in this darkening room
I feel desire
For a girl’s sweet perfume,
But the flame
Is not the same
As of yore.
For flames die
And turn to ash.
And I
Must pass
From bedroom to tomb
Where love and lust
Are one in dust.
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K Morris - Poet 
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Thanks for sharing my poem, Michael.
Hey Kevin! What’s going on? The poems having a smell of sadness today. Don’t worry, the sun will come back soon! Best wishes, Michael
Hi Michael. I think poems often reflect what is in the poet’s heart when he composes a given poem. The emotions he is experiencing (or the thoughts going through his head) at a specific moment may be reflected in what he writes. Best wishes. Kevin