aye, Distilling Chill.

Today i heard a swallowed cry

These tears muffled what held its pride

I weighed this time

This scale of mine–this prime; its something

This one thing

I usually don’t have it–this magic

Lets call it “pass– this”–(passion)–

This lisp

This showing of teeth, follow my gist

This knowing–the truth–this rowing

I repeat-a leading in depth through this, stroll of mind–while rowing

This ignite–of a nigh

Today i felt it; this piece of “mine”–

Shared tears that welted

–A heart i turned cold, brewed bold

Surprising me–my favorite cup of, “Tea”

–this feeling let peace in me;

An even –so!–still!

Placed a Bow on me–

a letting to, Chill.

“That is unless youre ‘ere for the thrill–&in that case–i’ll leave an only for , if you will”

-Mitchell.Tierra-

Published by Alpha’s Poetry notes

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