spilling like wine from a glass
hurrying to contain it too fast
missing the drops on the tile
although, I take it slow
looking for secrets I don't know
the extinguishing inner glow
disguised in crescent moonlight
reflecting on what I see
and all you once meant to me
doubt now plants its seed
a vision of hidden perception
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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