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La Douleur Exquise

La Douleur Exquise

written by: Robin McNamara



Softly falls her hair in midday sun,
Gently falls my stare on the run
Of her hand, through her hair.

As of all the goddess; I can compare
You to them all.

In the midnight moonlight —
Darkness is invisible,
The sorrowful departure is inevitable.

For I must wake again
And the morning will take you again.



La Douleur Exquise loosely translated from French means a longing or desire for someone or something unattainable. A certain sadness or acceptance that their worlds are far apart yet there’s a connectivity somehow.

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