divine wine
of red and vines
of luminosity and pine,
delicate and fine.
take me away,
lead me astray,
somewhere beyond the hay,
somewhere where spring meets may.
oh! sweet wine,
oh! honest divine!
please cloud my mind,
please, oh wine, be kind.
for these thoughts of him,
are rather dim,
so i beseech you,
dear wine,
bring something that is
divine.
-r.
and so to bury her confusion, a want for inclusion, she sipped on the wine and let her mind become something divine; third of august, 19
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Poetryif only the clock would be merciless, if only time would reverse; did i not tell you that cupid's plans could be the worst? started 19/12/18 collection of poems cover picture found off pinterest
