Pour into cold glass
An elixir to fashion
The soul and the mind
Pull you into the present
And bring you back to living
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Writer in San Francisco, CA

She claws her way out
of hell, Cerberus howling
breeze warms frigid air
Young buds stretch for blossoming
birds fluttering in the trees
Pour into cold glass
An elixir to fashion
The soul and the mind
Pull you into the present
And bring you back to living
Liked this post? Try Fog Slips or Stellar’s Jay.