#NaPoWriMo: Competition



How should I convince you

I am better than her?

Love her all you want

yet receive less,

or choose me when you can

in return with my soul?

Drink her smile, you may

taste her lips of wine.

It is me who cry with you,

my bitter cup, my crawl.


Take her wings and fly.

While drifting, remember:

my garden is ready

to plant our trees and grow.


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