The shining of a transparent look, shades mimic from the nature book.
Break it away from the cork, let the freedom do the talk.
The smell of ale throws up, which do not make it sup.
Filled with many flavors of life, then comes the pleasure of rife.
Stores a message inside the body, when the words like to embody.
Recycled ones do find a way, but is not allowed to play.
Some poke into for an answer, ends up from being a poser.
Plenty of tales can be found, from the bottle after the round.
The only thing that reveals you, is the water from its brew.
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A Poet's Quest
PoetryIntroducing a collection of evocative poems that take you on a journey through the beauty and complexity of life. From the first blush of love to the heart-wrenching pain of loss, these poems explore the depths of human emotion in all its rawness an...
