The Empty Bottle Poem by Adamantios Tsakaludis

The Empty Bottle



What night it was I can't recall,
When I met this bottle of wine,
And then poetry started flooding the deepest corners of my mind…
Until it found a gateway to my hand,
And my pen composed this poem I can't even recall,
For what, I got drunk …
For what, that bottle of wine was empty straight from the start.

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