wineA Poem by wafamagical instants of madness, drunk, ecstasy when one is hardly happy, sad, or IN LOVEWine Under terrific euphoria Was all my mood And all my sense even wisdom I lost them even the loss Amazingltly temper was Since the first drop Met my lips Once it reached furthermore I could asure you I was dying The coming drops were little doses Then caps later battles Until it occupied my belly And settled in all over me It becomes my poisioned passion For my health it become the cure For my mind it taught wisdom For my tortur it advices patience It could easily make me reveal All my secrets That any sinner dirtily keeps For his devil to be satisfied with Now i must not deny I was too rode It tutored my rodeness Some french etiquette It succeded taming wilderness Of my instincts What a taste of any liquid For drinking but insipid But wine, dear drops I am a beloved now A beloved of dear drops! © 2022 wafa |
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