* A poem without meter about aqua vitae*
Words words words words
A pleasant stream without meaning...
A question of two worlds
My feelings lost - you go on deceiving
Come one, come all!
Like bees enticed by flowers
And lost enthralled
Beguiled by your powers
She begged, she pled
"Please save him!, - light of mine"
I couldn't - fled
to Quiet - my inner shrine
In shadow stand bemused
Why speak? Why offer guidance?
you're lost....no use
I see no Man - just minus
A poem without meter
In clouds - your soul's abode
How strange this aqua vitae
No "vita" is what I'd call it.
21.02.01 3:53:32
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