Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Friday, March 6, 2020
The red wine
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!
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