Of that, a glass that i drunk
the finest wine,
under the shades of love's blossom.
Of that, a glass
that we made a fine toast to forever,
by the whispers of a pounding love's beat.
Of that, a glass that was as fragile
held like an hatching egg,
with care and divine love,
That a glass is no more
shattered by the inequities of love
scattered by the insecurities it'd offer,
Of that, glass that tears through my skin
arousing the deepest a pain,
Tears becoming a daily trend.
Of that, a glass that was once whole
now is no more,
I'd buy another
but the wine wouldn't be as sweet.
Of that a glass that savoured peace
that which united my every piece,
now a broken glass that arouses pain.
if only time had it right
then I'd drink of that glass once more
but its vague and no more,
Of that a glass that i drunk from...
Bard mwendwa 🍃
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