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My Now And Then
In meditation rocking my chair
before a breath of antiquity
and the widow of Dark calls.
With the spirits of Sauvignon
haunting, my now and then.
Silencing the monger of twilight
that bewitched my Zen.
Interrupting the flair
Inking the feather as I lyre.
before a breath of antiquity
and the widow of Dark calls.
With the spirits of Sauvignon
haunting, my now and then.
Silencing the monger of twilight
that bewitched my Zen.
Interrupting the flair
Inking the feather as I lyre.
Published 3rd Jun 2023
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