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His mistake appeared so small

Within the wider landscape;

But the hurt was great.

 

The trap was clear,

Had he cared to look.

But, misted by desire,

He fell.

 

Now, bowed by remorse,

He weeps like a cello.

Only gods enjoy the tune.

 

Remorse

Remorse - David Paynter