We embrace.
Rich cloth under my fingers
While yours touch poor fabric.
A quick embrace
You were invited for dinner
While the minions of law are after me.
We talk about the weather and our
Lasting friendship. Anything else
Would be too bitter.
Parting
Bertolt Brecht
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Poem topics: poor, weather, touch, bitter, talk, I love you, I miss you, embrace, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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