Monday, 30 October 2017
Asia
She has such a giving way,
she brings me Bollinger,
on Christmas Day,
what can we do alone,
without repentance,
in circumstances of our own,
wine pours down my face,
like a Christening,
she fires the Angel cake,
are we here or gone,
she hasn't got a pot to piss in,
we laugh at the unknown,
choose to live or waste,
cash our lives in richness,
called upon to pray,
her slumber a loving say,
like rhythms of the sea,
and the trips i'd made,
my greatest days,
awash in her forgiveness,
are enough to celebrate,
that beautiful spirit.
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