Just a thought reallyA Poem by GypsieWhere we will sit in the garden overlooking the vineyards, as the earthy aroma of fertile soil punctuated as the ripening sweetness of sun warmed grapes rises up to surround us. Noticing that the fields are be-speckled with Dionysian workers, bodies glimmering in the Italian sun while expertly tending the vines. © 2014 GypsieReviews
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1 Review Added on March 31, 2014 Last Updated on April 20, 2014 AuthorGypsieSpokane, WAAboutLooking for something with substance; something that fills the senses, drawing you in, wrapping you within its web ever so gently, unknowingly. Then by the time you realize it, you have been entangled.. more..Writing
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