Image credit: nevodka

Image credit: nevodka

I’m dripping truth
I’m tripping, proof
of something great
behind the veil

Green fairy grins
I end, it begins
to dip and sway
to sleet and hail

I’m swirling round
In the air, on ground
A devil’s here

I’m soaked in lies
Another’s prize
Before this gate
I have no fear

Before this gate
I have no fear

(c) Helen Valentina 2015 All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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2 Responses to Dripping

  1. ah, absinthe. :p Lovely write. 🙂

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