If I could do a Neruda, You would have smelt of summer roses And Autumn pine. There would have been sheer love Of the kind that causes our hearts to ache And loneliness bordering the divine. You would have had so many secrets Welling up as in a girly giggle And so few friends who would hear them all. I am no Neruda I can't paint you a Summer breeze Amidst this long winter chill.
Together, under a clear blue sky
Alcohol induced thoughts...many ways to go with those...smiles and heartaches, both!
ReplyDeleteAlcohol brings out our inner thoughts in ways sometimes we cannot deal with... good and bad memories that take hold of us stronger because of the alcohol...
ReplyDeletegood text. and launna is absolutely right.
ReplyDeletethank you btw for your lovely comment on my blog ... and for your warm words.
they are highly appreciated <3
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dahi
Those images one creates, when away from someone ... lovely and painful at the same time ... beautiful write ... :)
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