not sure if this is poem of some kind. But kinda wonna get some feedback. Its prop not that good!
I heard them say they loved her.
They spoke like they knew her, like she was an important person to them.
Thanks for the wine in time
It helps keep me in line
It brings my priorities to mind
Thanks Anica for the Bosnian brew
I look upon a book of peoms
Done by a single man
And wonder how he got all those words
Inside a single book
The altar at noon
A young priest with a golden chalice
A cup of wine
Healing feeling too close to the ground
Love is the greatest healer
Angel flying too close to the ground