Drunk

Rising tide and crimson light, 
mustered thoughts 
with each beat of heart - stand to fight, 
in hopes to reach the summit. Ought!
Wander through drudge and soot
scorching valleys while afoot.
Fate's elixir at road's end
Milk drenched ginger to my tend.

ELPH© January 21, 2021


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