tannin of disappointment
how it clings
like a soft bitter leaf
stains an evening
seeps into a day
full sun solstice
even here
longest day and longest
shadows
cast a stone
and ripples
cast a doubt
and the breeze
might not even be real
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OPTIONAL POETRY 
Disappointment and doubt are the worst feelings. They both taste like regret.
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This is a great poem. I like its flow and imagery.
Regards,
Sam.
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