Daryl Agapito Poems

How do you douse a memory
from the abyss of misery,
to rub off a solacing fragrance
that puts the unruly to sleep?
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For many a time I have told myself 'No', as often as I told myself to let her go.
Against her inviting smile, I looked away.
And again I stumbled on what words to say.
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I stood at a familiar place,
underneath a spring tree;
and sat on the cozy sod
that once meant home to me.
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