The potion
The bottle half empty
The liquid inside,
Concealed away
Trying to hide,
Trying to hide
It's deeper magic,
If it were to spill
The result may be tragic,
But nobody knows
What will happen,
Fortune may shorten
Luck may lengthen,
The colour hidden
The aroma masked,
What's inside it?
A question unasked,
Will the potion be good? We shall see,
if The poison in the bottle may spill free,
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Poetry of a Blind Girl
PoetryThis a complete collection of the poetry which I have written over my lifetime. I hope that you enjoy them!
