Best Quinine Poems
Entrapped In the Space Between the Nib and Quininetrapped in the space on a bard’s nib we slept,
Hibernated, slumbered and under the quinine stains we wept,
Yearned we did to spill ourselves on paper,
Bard he caged his thoughts and emotions for later.
Later, we heard them thoughts say as years went by,
Afraid we were...
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Categories:
quinine, life, lost love,
Form:
Rhyme