Friday, September 2, 2016

Waiting Valentine

When into the cup of knowledge
The wine of love is poured
The bitter wine of love
The sweet wine of love
Won’t you drink it down
And ask for another pour
Even the cup wants more
The thirsty bowl of the moon
Carrying the darkness across
Without spilling a drop
And the moldy bread
Of the earth won’t you
Have more or wait
For the fresh-baked loaves
That always come soon or late

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