My lungs collapsed.
My legs buckled.
My heart condensed.
Your words were misconstrued.
Your message was left un-ciphered.
Your answer was therefore withheld.
Time is the key.
In silence, we agree.
Our bond caused us to see.
New eyes assigned.
From the great divine.
Promise fulfilled like a sweet glass of Riunite Lambrusco red wine.
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Poet by birth. Writer by craft. Artist by nature. I write poems, prose, short stories, fiction, and realism works of art dissecting the human condition and the resilience of the human mind. Many of my pieces are metaphoric stanzas.
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Comments (3)
Ooooo, this was so profound! Fantastic job on this poem! I loved it!
Cheers, your story is short but potent. Here is to red wine.
nice