Poetry For Everyday People
Take It Slow
Burning,
wings are nearing
fragile,
evening's
colors flying
deep,
wine bottle
sitting close
to empty,
words melt,
I accidentally touch
pain,
pouring.
wings are nearing
fragile,
evening's
colors flying
deep,
wine bottle
sitting close
to empty,
words melt,
I accidentally touch
pain,
pouring.
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Take It Slow
Take It Slow