The feeling of love is [not] something that is transient or can be tarnished by the works of time -- paraphrasing Sreoshi Sengupta
strawberry juice
drips from a corner
of her mouth
on this sultry night
the taste of my first love
barefoot
in the cherry blossom rain
with heart abandoned
my first taste
of a passing love
NeverEnding Story, November 9, 2018
