She drops the wine…
And picks it up,
Releasing the spell of breakage from the cup.
And she smiles, twirling her finger ‘bout the rim,
Laughing as it falls again.
She keeps on catching it, as it falls,
Descending a little with the lulls
Of safety that she invokes
With the growing assurance of catching:
It broke.
And she smiles at the glass remains,
Tormenting the shards. So vain
That as she looks down at her kill
She sees her reflection in the swill.















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i can only write when i'm in the mood, or dont have my camera to document my feelings.
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Please lift yourself up and dance with me...I'll be here to catch you when you fall...
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From thither to hither,
From yonder to here,
Think of me and I'll be near.
But, such a compliment from someone who writes so wonderfully...that makes it all incredibly worthwhile. I think I might be babbling a little. But...thank you.
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