It felt like you
The destination,
I see,
Was linked from (let there be) light – Not
Just as it ripened to be
Tag: Rhyme
The Night She Met Vodka, Poetry by Shiela May Baysa
She wasn’t ready to meet a man tonight

An unsweetened courage in her hands

Moonshine and beneath 

Are reasons to finish a drink

And in the middle of it all

Are dried up memories of some boy

She entailed to forget

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