Heat fall
cup of soured wine
as in dinner
we dine…
Wither
of stalling light
bridle, fetter delight
halted mind, gone blind
speckled time…
Sun rise
an some very old wine
laughter an lov
after nine
chris jensen – Lost Poetry
Heat fall
cup of soured wine
as in dinner
we dine…
Wither
of stalling light
bridle, fetter delight
halted mind, gone blind
speckled time…
Sun rise
an some very old wine
laughter an lov
after nine