Windowsill WineA Poem by Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)Not all things age well, or like fine wine, as some would say.
Fermenting thoughts, spill
From the brim of my mind's eye And I can no longer suppress All those vinegar notes The taste of you has bittered Like a sour'd wine... Hopefully, the stain isn't permanent © 2021 Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)Author's Note
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11 Reviews Added on May 11, 2021 Last Updated on May 11, 2021 AuthorTravis Gibson (poetic heroics)Oblivion's edge, OHAboutBeen here for some time... My work is my life. Read and I hope you enjoy. I will return the sentiment. more.. |

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