You Again

It wasn’t like the days before
Where stones were hard
And breath was sour
It took a few tries, but I don’t mind
Spread a spark under my behind
But icy looks and legends lost
Enchanted forests full
A clue to find a friend thats lost
A feather of a gull
And once the brew is quickly made
Scented with the dew
I find that I am still enthralled
By the likes of you. 

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

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