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Red Wine
Darkness Pours gently over the day Like a glass of red wine My eyes Slowly sips each moment Of this picturesque elixir As my heart Listens to the worlds quiet I could easily Indulge too much And yet never have enough As my soul Becomes inebriated With life And I wish The glass to always remain Half full So that there would always be enough Sunsets to drink in |
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Nice poem
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Always a pleasure to read you.
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