Saturday Night Departs

by Poet on the Piano   Mar 13, 2010


I quench the fire's leaping tongue
with the last quarter of my bottle;
flames die out and lazily groan
throwing themselves aside embers.
Candle's dance flickers then
and retires to volatile darkness;
I mutter on mechanically
as the rain's tears carry me upstairs.

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  • 14 years ago

    by Ingrid

    This will never be you, MaryAnne:)

    Nice to see you stepping out of the box and to know you can sympahtise with people that live in another universe, compared to you;)

    Write on, sweetheart:)

    God bless and a hug,

    5/5 Ingrid

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