Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 5 (MATE). This week, it’s the C spot.

Life is a tasty potpourri,
A melange of things so many,
All subject to fate’s tyranny,
A Burnt but luscious creme brulee
Faces hidden in its marquee,
Joy and pain meander to mate,
We destroy as to recreate,
All clouds have a silver lining,
Stormy seas have a surf shining,
We smile as Fate’s Furies abate.


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