Seek me, see me not
500 meter target, take your shot
Get your line set up, don’t get caught
Better hope it’s worth what you thought
Here I am, in your sight
Too much rain, may cause blight
You want a lick then take a bite
Practice wounding hearts like a ceremonial rite
© Delia Ross. 2019
PoeEternal 
Like a Leonard Cohen song. The poem had some bite. A amazing poem.
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Great compliment, thank you!
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You are welcome Delia.
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