Poem_07/2014

Full-bodied beer
So crafted and so creamy
So descriptive and so direct
So much better than the drinker
Sitting at the corner of the pub
Lonely and quiet
Feeling of lost is a long ago
Feeling is only breathing
Nothing to look for
Nothing to touch
Only the malty beer in front of me

  • Central London-

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