Left And Gone Poem by Saul Palti

Left And Gone



To escape her grasp
the tight frosted grip
let me remember to thank her
before the night is through

I have a sore tongue
and tiresome hand
from the long forgetful night
and her grapes have swollen

her name will pass
under the glow of stars
awaiting crisp flows
of where to go next

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