Over Wine Poem by Barry A. Lanier

Over Wine



A little verbage over wine,
Can be so refined.
Yet I must admit,
A loose tongue turned loose.
A heart might remain so open,
While the thoughts might wander aloof.
But where are the true open feelings,
In a heart unecumbered and free.
Somewhere in the depths of a soul in recluse,
Where a moment of clarity and truth,
Might be.

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