Aware Poem by Brenda Poole

Aware



I am aware of the
honey dripping from
the tongue method,

And although thy words
are the sweetest thing,
I am aware of the honey
in seductive temptation.

Oh it's silent fallacies,
which are nothing more
than a verbal mirage
that stems from rubbish.

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