Panacea
Posted on May 25, 2018
by Linda Lee Lyberg
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Sadness suits you, telling your story
by the candle’s quivering light
drinking the fruit of the vine
a cloak of panacea for the soul.
The wine, blushing your cheeks
staining your pouting lips
Your tears, falling like acid rain
taints the full-bodied elixir
with your somber melancholy
banishing the mellow glow.
You speak of loves lost, what remains
with certainty the losing of hope
drowning sorrows in self-pity’s drink
as you watch the flame flicker and die.
Reblogged this on The Militant Negroβ’.
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Happy Saturday! ππ»ππΊππΆπ
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Happy weekend. πππ«π₯π€π·πΉπ€ππ Thank you Ms. Linda.
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Thank you for your wonderful support. π
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Always Ms. Linda.
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This was awesome. Love the tears falling like acid rain.
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Thank you Andrew. I truly appreciate your comments.
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