365 Days of Poetry — Day 132

We fall.

We dive.

We call.

We dine.

We thirst.

We drink.

We burn.

We sink.

We fall into the depths of an unknown world.
We dive into the thoughts of dreams we’ve hurled.

We call forth the visions of another time.
We dine in the richest of illusions and rhymes.

We thirst for the waves of a different shore.
We drink of the wine before we are sure.

We burn from the loves of separate moons.
We sink in deep to lost, underwater blues.

– Brittany Rose


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