Pondering, ponder, pondered
How to borrow a life:
Momentary glass of glimmer and shine,
Slips passed the lips and down the throat,
Round and smooth as a finely aged wine.
Oh just for a day.Ahh but to hide,
To dwell in a cave!Fluid, flux, flurry.
Movement,Swirling
Away.
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