A lonely hue weeps,
feeling no reason or rhyme,
while poets crave grape.
feeling no reason or rhyme,
while poets crave grape.
Published by Bob Langham
I 'm a professional senior technical writer, and a freelance creative writer during my free time. I enjoy writing short stories, and I Iike to write commentary and humor about many diverse subjects, includin... View profile
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4 Comments
Post a CommentGood one!
I like it!
yes, we poets do crave grape ;) I like this
Very profound, Bob - I like it!