BEHOLD
Like an aged bottle of wine
unopened before its time...
I too am unopened.
I've aged quite slowly.
The contents inside are beautiful.
It's time I want out.
The sweetness within is yours to behold.
Come...
Taste life with me
if vintage love is what you seek!
By maryanncan
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Learning to love | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
| THE DREAM THAT TOOK ME AWAY | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
| My First Time | 1 | 09/28/2009 |
| The attic of my mind | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
| Hidden Truth | 0 | 09/12/2009 |
| BEHOLD | 0 | 09/12/2009 |
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