A tall glass spirited with the potions to drink.
Can I take a sip?
I figure we can become one!
The beauty of my life fulfills me just as the liquid elegance that applauds you.
We stand abroad and full.
Time relapses and we become empty, not free but incomplete. A measure dictated by our choices to its millimeters, a window of small. The butterfly awaits to cocoon, I've awaited years to spin. Is there anyone around to wind my threads?
Speak freely, yell softly, and embrace lightly!
The hand that feeds us calls upon you seductively. Touch the soul..... it wont bite! Close your eyes and feel from within. A beat for freedom- A beat for life- Rhythm vibrates my glass while poise inherits my juices.
A tall glass spirited with the potions to drink.
Can I take a sip?
I figure we can become one.
D.Sharp
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