Cocktail recipe
©Anna Plesums
my life’s cocktail
is made of words and feelings
a drop of imaginary love
reality and theories
found and doubted
learning the hard way
tripping over thoughts of death
running, grasping, catching,
saving the impossible dreams
years fly by changing constantly
it isn’t finished yet -
aging brings new flavors
loneliness, sorrows, partings,
drop by drop
once in a while little joy
shared silently
when heart feels that no one cares
I sip that cocktail – one day at a time
by instinct or on order from God
wishing that at some point it will
have a taste of true peace
for the last drop I drink
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