Beyond Your Walls

Out beyond the walls
I roam a shadow,
Out beyond the garden
A rosebush scent of stale wine;
Neither of us drunk
Yet in love
For the first time in an age,
Your head lies heavy
On my chest again.

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    indytony said,

    “A rosebush scent of stale wine”

    Nice line. Good work.


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