Wet red soothsayer,
how you make it easy
to tell someone’s story
and forget my own.
How you make things clearer
my own truths revealed
through the lens of a blur.
Filed under Poems
Tagged as Free-verse, Poem, Wine
The many short poems you write are blissful like a walk on the beach underneath the canopy of the obsidian night sky. 🙂
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Thank you for the compliment. You are a man of beautiful words yourself! I look forward to perusing you’re work as well.
Then it’s a mutual interest… of literary proportions lol 😉
So much delivered, in so little lines…yet the message is awesome!
I’m glad you enjoyed it 🙂
Doesn’t it just 🙂
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