Saturday is made of troubles
a sour guava beer
that doesn’t sit right
on my palette
the tartness I’ve loved
has made me bitter
I miss the air
where you are
when you are in it
when my lungs recycle it
and I breathe you in
but lately,
all my days are made of troubles
– sheila c
sheila sea 
“the tartness I’ve loved
has made me bitter ” -this line got me
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Be at peace.
A nice presentation.
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“all my days are made of troubles” Sweet.
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Lovely poem
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Described my Saturday to a “T”.
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