Pick Up A Stool Poem by Saul Palti

Pick Up A Stool



Shadow casts over the temptress
as I wallow in a fools distress

the night is to young for December
when months gone by I can not remember

a glaring light has now cast
for this feeling will not last

and the moans are not for me
while I have been buried at sea

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