I will free you first from burning thirst
That is born of a night of the bowl
Like a sun it will rise through the inky skies
That so heavily hang over your souls
At the first cool sip on your fevered lip
You determine to live through the day
Life's again worth while
As with a binding smile you indulge your absinthe frappe
Quenched thirst, a lovely refreshing poem.
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Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder... a refreshing read. Thank you.