of resolute anticipation
you can hear the flipping
of calendar pages, and the
clink of champagne glasses;
the roar of flashing fireworks
and rustling of fabric, under
randomly launched hugs&kisses
– what old acquaintance is there
where forgotten woes blend
into hopes of a soul resolved?
Poetry by arquious
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Written on 2023-01-11 at 07:29
Tags Galateus Crypticbard Arquious
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