The ray of the sun
Drunk man wishing. Alone on destine hill. He dreamed she was near. He dreamed he was in her embrace and her tender fingers were caressing his face. She took his hand and kissed each finger and she whispered.
“Dear Johnnie. Whiskey is always fair. Blocked away the memories. Love just stirred up wants we do not understand. Love is cruel and cold. The flesh never is content. Feel the ray of the sun. This is true. The sun will rise, whiskey can be bought and love will break your heart.”

Old Poet awoke to warm sun on his face and empty whiskey bottle. He looked to the sky and he thanked the liquor and booze gods for the whiskey angels.

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Sacred lover
Old rustic songs sang by Leonard Cohen…