I drank your wine

I'm mine, and yet I look like you
because I drank your wine
and since then the cloud of tears
is my soft pillow.
I carried your weight,
I copied your mistakes,
I wore clothes that did not fit me,
I drank your wine,
to be you,
to find out what you want and what you think.

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Stephen Gospage

Fri 10th Sep 2021 16:14

A fascinating poem, Sanja.

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