It is sweet
Like a grape
In my mouth
Firm and soft
Like the fruit
Juicy and tasty
Without seeds
And I sip
Just enough
And it taste
Like your love
Drink the wine
In your name
Let the memories
Just get lost!
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Friday, March 6, 2020
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