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Chair With the Wings of a Vulture, 1960, Salvador Dali 


only when the
sun shines
do i remember
the taste of regret

© 2014-Rene

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  1. Wow, this succinct poem says so much. Poignant!

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  2. Wow. The concept of regret's taste is a potent one. I will definitely remember this one!

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  3. A powerful message in few words..food for thought..

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  4. lines trigger images of witchcraft...strong lines

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  5. Oh yes, this is so bittersweet!

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  6. Wow. That's about all I can say. Amazing job.

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  7. Totally brilliant response to this prompt. ♥

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  8. Very true. It says a lot about us, don't you think?

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  9. oh my God i love this.


    I love it so much it hurts.

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