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Jan 2014
Fingers quenching absent form
Let us share drink and bond wounded pride

Gorge on the liquid gold and this elixir of life
Embrace your brother and revel in its warmth

Lips pursed for libation
and all which was sworn lest now it not hide

In the shadows of forgiven moments
left to wilt in the summers embers

Like an iceberg melting
in the passing of the dying sun.
Steve D'Beard
Written by
Steve D'Beard  Glasgow
(Glasgow)   
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