I heave the weight of admission,
grievous millstone of contrition,
I can’t help this guilt,
for the heart left jilt,
may life never wilt,
in this maze,
of love’s craze.

I wrote this in the poetic form of a clogyrnach.

If I’m in my den, I often listen to music when I write. If I do, I thought of sharing the song beneath each poem henceforth. I’ll simply list them as ambiance.

Ambiance: Prituri se Planinata - Stellamara