accursed charm
part of my accursed charmI never learned to be an adult
she was wearing
a little black dress
and a bored smile
hazel eyes
in candlelight
how many times
in our long and varied lives
have we been offered
the chance to settle down
flying fish
defying gravity
a thing of the past
to drop anchor
well aware
that the sails were furled
forever
here I sit
two guitars
a computer
books
my brain
would I like to swap?
sometimes
do I regret?
never
Poetry by Wumbulu
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Written on 2015-06-29 at 13:45
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