I don't need the night to think of you,
And yet, when the sun's rays decline,
Suppressed memories make their debut
As my lips are moistened by the wine
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I can't but to fall on my knees Due to heart burned by regret Arm and eye but ghosts seize Yet set longing's a live magnet.
Absolutely beautiful imagery and a scenario i can relate to, thanks for sharing.
are you sure you didn't mean beer? ? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - A bier is a stand on which a corpse, coffin, or casket containing a corpse, is placed to lie in state or to be carried to the grave. In Christian burial, the bier is often placed in the centre of the nave with candles surrounding it, and remains in place during the funeral. =========================== another stunning write, as opposed to a stunning right which could knock a boxer out of the ring! too many lines to mention. too little time! drat! NO typos! ! : ( bri :) to MyPoemList, but, alas, longer than i want for a showcase these days. ; (