Anisette

by Morgaine - Leo

Anisette, the poet’s drink
sips words from lips,
drips from the pen,
licks wounds that mend.
Awash in the sweet liquid light,
flying stars burst and melt down 
in dusty trails across emotion,
falling through pneuma
into the idea of conception.

Birth sign: Leo
Date created: 2000-01-25 08:11:29
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:41:43
Poem ID: 54472

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