Pink wine

spring is here

Pink wine

I dine with you in grace

forever in this embrace

I watch it through my angry spine

some things that I can not rewind

In solitude I wish to erase

In natures field  of human race

I water the danceing dafodils

I swim accross the the darkest hills

Pink wine

I shine and dine

as they kiss my lonely face

 

 

The End

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