Jennifer Warda (

thornyedges) wrote in

musings,
@ 2010-12-17 22:05:00

[Phantasia]
[Nine p.m., second floor. Evidence is as such: one half-finished glass of wine, with just a hint of lipstick on the edge of the rim. One long-stem white and pink rose, left behind on the table. If one were to inspect this scene further, they will notice strangely elegant hand-writing upon the napkin.

Wine
stirs the spring, happiness
bursts through the earth like a plant,
walls crumble,
and rocky cliffs,
chasms close,
as song is born.
A jug of wine, and thou beside me
in the wilderness,
sang the ancient poet.]

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