A drop of shiny mercury gliding over purple velvet
Would describe me aptly these days
Unscathed, disentangled, nimblefooted, free
Laughing easy, without much reason or rhyme
And poetry flows like wine in Xanadu
As I lightly hover over the humdrum of daily life
The incredible lightness of being
Ah, so that’s what it means
1 comment:
Your poetry definitely flows like wine. And as mesmerising. Smooth, real smooth.
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