Twilight Soak
I float in silent solitude
By Empty Poetry and VersePublished about a year ago • 1 min read
Steam rises from the opaque abyss, concealing flesh beneath the surface.
I float in silent solitude, for once not one poem is heard, but rather lived.
A flickering candle casts dancing shadows sweating with condensation.
The last sip of wine gives life to my lips, but a bitterness that grows deeper.
Jasmine petals drift through the air carried in the Wisper of smoke.
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an amazing writer you are