Juniper Poem by Madrason .

Juniper



The rum jar sits on the table still
a lemon floating on top
the sun touches the edges through the curtains
I can sense her presence
she'll always will be a present to me
no matter if sometimes I have a numb
memory, through that veil she will not fail
to forever prevail! M

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Madrason .

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