MY THIRSTA Poem by Abraham Georgei am thirsty to drink--- wine=beauty, crystal glass= Girl Friend(Lover)I’m addicted, To be tipsy It keeps me alive Even without breath Not all drinks In the world Only wine I drink Only Pure Wine After mashing- grapes Stored and kept for years Even sunlight didn’t touch To spoil its taste Bottled in a crystal glass Labeled with rainbow colors Laughing ‘n ‘pulling me Towards, like a magnet do Open it gently Fondle with care Pre-rinse my glass With a small splash Rubbing off those drops Cleansing my glass Filling it again with Pure drops of wine Swirling it, brings out Flavors and aromas Smelling it for traits Tasting it with my tongue Hey! You are not The wine. I learnt You’re that beauty- Pure wine- bottled crystal glass © 2017 Abraham GeorgeReviews
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Added on February 28, 2017Last Updated on February 28, 2017 AuthorAbraham GeorgeThrissur, Kerala, IndiaAboutnew here https://www.instagram.com/abramtheshowman/ more..Writing
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