Poem: Just a Taste

Just a Taste

Maybe it is a dream, this time of contentment,
something not quite real, but real enough you feel it.
And in a life so full of darkness
not as real as you felt it,
this is heaven.

About this poem

I don’t always have a vocabulary of happiness. Such poems are almost always short.

The picture was taken at the edge of town.



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