The cold caressed you
A bitter fate
Seasons passed
And you remain
Slowly, steady, yet uncertain
Until vines crept
The morning dew invited you
To bear your sweetness
To seek your royalty
It took a tender hand
To let you grow
It took you time
But your bunch flourished
Decades passed since then
A familiar scent
Engulfed me
I poured you down
And held you against me
Amorous incense lingers
Yet bittersweet upon my lips
You aged like fine wine
And now I'm sober again
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Trinkets
PoetryIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...
