there were past months in time
when we wrote while drinking wine;
or alcohol; to wet water poetic
imagination; but beware poetic
words are easily washed worthless;
sip wisely drink not in excess
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem