Thoughts Fueled by Wine & Silence
Poetry Sunday
Poetry Sunday
It’s not in my nature
to allow sadness to take me,
to make room for loneliness,
or to give space to anguish.
Yet, there are slower days
or silent stretching nights
when every corner of my shadow
self comes out to play.
My mind, on wine and silence,
is a dark playground with creaking swings,
swaying rhythm…
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