I asked the moon to drink with me tonight;
he just gave me a heavy sigh,
as though he heard that plea from me
a thousand times before.
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denial, denial...don't we all do that at one point of our lives. many can relate...ah! the wine, overflowing like the tears of defeat.
Your articulation of something many of us can relate to is excellent. Wine is a wonderful choice, too. Wine is the drink of romance. Of course, I would ply myself with beer, how pitiful does that sound? Nicely done Jane.
Great write! wish i read this long before! ^_^ i too remember this feeling... thanks ate Jane!
Wine brings oblivion but very very temporary, isn't it Jane. You'll carry on from strength to strength even without that glass of wine. Courage and thanks fo rth epoem which is a very fine one.
Quite natural you ask the moon to drink with you for you haven't seen 'your sun' for days...but the moon too is reluctant... imagination here is sweet and sober and sofly romantic...you are drinking out bringing out your grief your pains in a sweet way in this write Jane...good work...thanks...10