Grapevine
Twilight is a poltergeist of sadness.
Leaning to the sun to steal its hind rays.
Vineyard seems to be their fount of gladness
Twilight is a poltergeist of sadness.
Tilting grapes on vine at night's showiness.
As clocks preserve hone time, prepare your days
Twilight is a poltergeist of sadness.
Leaning to the sun to steal its hind rays.
Written: February 20, 2023
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