Monday, 23 December 2024
Taya
She has such a giving way,
she brings me Bollinger,
on Christmas Day,
what we can't do alone,
is seek repentance,
in circumstances not our own,
wine pours down my face,
it's like a Christening,
she lights the fruit cake,
am I here or gone,
she hasn't a cent,
but laughs at the unknown,
who lives with good taste,
celebrates a life of richness,
calls upon me to pray,
her slumber's a loving one,
like s rhythm gently spent,
lives we look in upon,
my greatest days,
awash on her innocence,
they are like waves,
to a beautiful spirit.
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