Blooms in Indigo
Every day poems from a very ordinary aspiring poet
Thursday, August 14, 2014
Will to live
Ninety year old, dancing with a cane
never lost her will to live
Twenty three year old, next to her
separates tears from ice-melts in her whiskey cup
and then we say all of life's a party.
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