The Bottle by Kourosh Taheri-GolvarziA swig, a step, a meter down the slope,
thus such such firewater burns;
A civil virus dousing hope,
and so the best of man to ashes turns. 06/19/2005 Author's Note: pretty self-explanatory
Posted on 06/19/2005 Copyright © 2024 Kourosh Taheri-Golvarzi
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Posted by Michelle Angelini on 06/19/05 at 09:38 PM Kourosh, I like the way you express the results of drinking too much. Your quatrain is full of implications, not just about the drinker, but how it affects society in general.
~Chelle~ |
Posted by Brett Shane on 06/24/05 at 05:49 AM not bad not bad here...something to consider is your use of the word "such" twice here... perhaps adding a comma or some punctuation here would help this small hiccup flow a little more smoothly... a nice little write you have here. |
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