Over wine,
Life is absorbed a different way.
Passion was potent.
A taunting aura of sweet spells.
The forgiven rivers,
Showed they're lenity.
Soaking in the promises from sunlight.
& continuing, retracing it's steps.
Gifted is I,
Who reads life,
& in a single word,
Fearsome.
Yet I write as if the earth wasn't really spinning in space.
And Remembered is I,
Who had to be honest,
In fear of living a lie.
Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 10:00 PM UTC
Over wine,
Life is absorbed a different way.
Passion was potent.
A taunting aura of sweet spells.
The forgiven rivers,
Showed they're lenity.
Soaking in the promises from sunlight.
& continuing, retracing it's steps.
Gifted is I,
Who reads life,
& in a single word,
Fearsome.
Yet I write as if the earth wasn't really spinning in space.
And Remembered is I,
Who had to be honest,
In fear of living a lie.
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