Windchimes

July 21, 2006

Glasses Lips

Filed under: Rhymes & Dimes — didee @ 10:12 am

if the tip of a glass
could only talk
they would tell us
of many endless walks

stories of lips
that had them kissed
of flowered love
and forgotten bliss

of how many whispers
its dainty tips has heared
and how many secrets
its feeble lips has shared

but the glasses lips are
lock and sealed
awaiting for the next moment
for the empty tip to be filled

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