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by Jeffrey Parren

With this thirsting for life
I'm seemingly lost
as the unfulfilled days
gather like grapes.

Like lemonade
I'm wishing these days
could all be crushed,
stomped out, into a fine wine.

Then I could drink in
fruitless days of toil
and become intoxicated
with all that potential.

For now, instead,
I'm left feeling parched
as days and nights mesh
with barren flowers.


Posted on 09/14/2012
Copyright © 2021 Jeffrey Parren

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