| By mcubed,
on 05-03-2007 22:48
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off in the distance
one can hear the hopeful song
of a night bird singing
to her love that is left and gone.
as for me, I say: "bring on the wine,
ive been sober far too long."
a dry thirst has ravaged my heart
all these many years
and my mind is wheeling from this world.
my windblown beard has become matted with dust and the invasive salt of tears.
finally, it is time to quench my desire.
hence I say, "bring on the wine!"
I long to be drunk once more
on the sweet juice of wild grapes
that once hung heavy on your garden vine.
Last update : 05-03-2007 22:48
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