The taste of grapes

Since I’ve visited your face
a poem is due to be written
for last three days.

The terror of grapes sour
invaded my mind.I felt
I’m not allowed
to speak my truth
for truth has become ugly.

Permitted I would admit
ugly has become my mind.
Traces of happiness are flying
but I’m not trying to catch
or kill them any.

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