Dark Poet

Morning Toast

Morning Toast
Here is a toast
To my morning ghost
My dreams are lost
But I am still right here
 
Fresh thoughts define
And redefine
My heart demands
The reprimands
 
I raise my cup of new-made wine
And sing a song of seers
Come with me, dine
Relax a while
 
And drink a cup  of living

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