The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

A Belly of Earth

He has always remarks on me,
When I stop to express my pain,
He has no excuse but laughs,
Only to enjoy hidden smokes.

Time and circumstances,
It never remains same,
Damp sparks in-healthiness process,
Until Sun is hiding behind clouds.

A person can satiate itself,
If he is in a learning process,
Can we establish experience?
A winner has different that a looser.

A fire smokes,
Until something fires itself.
A quiet fire never means peace,
It is a sign of explosion.

When something burns, 
In a belly of earth, disaster hits us,
When a body burns on a pile,
What will happen to a hidden fire?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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