Audrey Ashira

delicate

In freewrite, poetry on January 12, 2011 at 1:30 pm

I feel fragile, like a champagne glass
Fickle, like the hav’ring heather grass
And I’m shaking – empty, frigid, through and through
Is it from the bitter cold or want of you?

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