Beautiful,
like liquid diamond,
Amongst the mountain mist,
I sit sipping,
clear as the finest spring water,
elevating myself to the heaven of peace,
Intoxicating, mesmerising,
erasing the past into a blur,
swirling like smoke that the breeze stirs,
to fragment the memories,
to return me to the reality,
awake, with eyes wide open,
to put me back on my feet,
to dance like a mad man,
enjoying my freedom,
away from the bonds and desires,
that love inculcates,
the vodka,
Makes me breathe easy.
1 comment:
Excellent poem, man. This poem is so true. I think there is suppose to be a "e" at the end of Ablsolut. Vodka great stuff never had absolute but by your poem it sounds great. take care and peace out -Jeremy-
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