She and lilac wine

Unsteady like the lilac wine

unstrong unlike Miley’s voice

she scrambled to her legs

having fallen from grace

she wanted a resurrection

tugging at vines winding down

she picked herself up

to raise a toast to her spirit

somehow it seemed to fail

to lift her to joys of living

and fill the air with dancing notes

instead a lone bleat broke out

slow, slumbering and sometimes thundering

gathering in intensity till she shut

her ears and plugged them tight

but the music grow louder in her head

strumming out every iota of sense and pride in her

and she stood up again dancing to the wind

some saw her going up the hill

in the steady rain and blasting winds

her shaky feet perhaps finding herself again.

PS: on listening to Miley Cyrus’ Lilac Wine

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