Eve
Of the sun that sleeps at dusk
Sets us free and we run
Moments fly and we find
Covet love and lost time
Took the fruit forbid of thine
Red and calling in the night
Close my eyes and I see not
Taste the sweetness of old wine
Off he went, with my tears
And my fears to fend
On the ground, stained with blood
Sweet, old wine that's spilled out from the glass
Sets us free and we run
Moments fly and we find
Covet love and lost time
Took the fruit forbid of thine
Red and calling in the night
Close my eyes and I see not
Taste the sweetness of old wine
Off he went, with my tears
And my fears to fend
On the ground, stained with blood
Sweet, old wine that's spilled out from the glass
posted by Nicolette Yuen at 10:13 am
6 Comments:
Very arty, thought provoking even.... sweet!
Thank you! I'll like to know your name..
you blog very cool. i like! guess who?
The one just behind my guinea pig's ear? Poor thing is suffering, please let go of your bite on the 23 of Dec, it's his birthday. Jingle will turn one and he'll be jumping with joy from the relief. :)
funny nicolette! its jonathan fong, your friend from not too long ago! how's it going? i really like your poems. poignant and interesting :>
Mokokopops!!! Thanks! How's your mysterious side of the island? We'll catch up 2006, things are different now... but good. Hey, thanks for reading and commenting, it matters to me.
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