Worst Betrayal

Gentlest morning, and I touch
this quiet smile, lightly,
trust joy, us…

Sister shares a sad word,
where he enjoyed her honour
over me – been with, drank…

A language so strong that
dare can, in evening,
sounding old, never forget.

(Words courtesy of Magnetic Poetry online.)

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