Blue Wine

A HitchHiker PoetA HitchHiker Poet Posts: 129
edited August 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
(still needs work)

the wine is flowing like a stream of passion,
It turns my wine blue in color.

I walk through its shallowness to see if they're right, about its pureness.

As nighttime falls in the moonlight,
it still turns blue in color.
Don't need a raincoat, I'm already wet..
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Comments

  • grooveamaticgrooveamatic Posts: 1,374
    I like short poems that end quietly. A certain majesty is implied.
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