Desperation Poem by Cigar Aficionado

Desperation



I run as wind-red wine, across
cracked lips chapped.
Yes, it burns.Untasted!
Dropsy, shadows stain, Unkind.
One feather, father finds, Unloosed.
I ride the gutters leaf, Unashamed.

Thursday, April 23, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: desperation,father,lips,red,wind
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