Primordial Prisms by Frank Watson I open a bottle,close my eyes,and savor the scent.Tapping the rootsof Middle Earth,we listen.Dead so longthat no one knowswho wrote the lost song.Life is a cabaretthat dances in strangeburlesque.Note: Written for the Haiku Heights 7/14/12 prompt, "FIRST." Year: 2012 FROM Frank Watson'S Store Visit Frank Watson's Full Store Report SPAM Reviews Post review No reviews yet. Report violation