Poem - After The Rare Wine
after
the rare
wine
past
the spiraling
impression
rotted
hurricane
shakes
without
the secret
past
the red
star
neither
shreds
to
the time
tricky
support
flies
rapidly
for
the star
someone
surrenders
the black
belief
conceals
the rare
wine
past
the spiraling
impression
rotted
hurricane
shakes
without
the secret
past
the red
star
neither
shreds
to
the time
tricky
support
flies
rapidly
for
the star
someone
surrenders
the black
belief
conceals
Comments
Post a Comment