Here is my poem for last week’s prompt, A Toast:
Whiskey’s Flow
The golden glow
of whiskey’s flow
past slightly parted lips,
brings my mind
back to the time
that I had many sips.
The smiles and frowns,
all thoughts are drown
in a hazy memory.
But this I know,
it’s whiskey’s flow
that puts a smile on me.
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Nicely done. I really like the rhythm of the words.
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Thanks. I figured it was something you should be able to sway to 🙂
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