This is a hommage á Baudelaire, or a poem refered to the green hour
The absent minded green fairy
gently slips her arms
around my neck.
She's floating in my veins
making sugarsoaked illusions
in my brain.
Her moist breath
whispering your poems
in my head.
Poetry by Elise
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Written on 2010-06-10 at 21:05
Tags Absinthe  Fairy  Illusions 
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Absinthe
The absent minded green fairy
gently slips her arms
around my neck.
She's floating in my veins
making sugarsoaked illusions
in my brain.
Her moist breath
whispering your poems
in my head.
Poetry by Elise
Read 866 times
Editors' choice
Written on 2010-06-10 at 21:05
Tags Absinthe  Fairy  Illusions 
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