Flowers and wine,
In a pretty arbour,
Near the Peach bower
listening to the music
of waves and silence
The modest Moon declines
My offer of a taste of
Finely brewed Peach wine
Shyly smiling time to time
from behind her fan,
glides on the lake face
Drink in hand, gazing at her elegance
Bitterness descends upon me,
all of a sudden
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Author:
Aradhya (
Offline) - Published: May 22nd, 2022 00:08
- Category: Friendship
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Comments2
I wonder why?
because no one's there to accompany him on such a fine night 😀
That's because he has a come and go ambivalent attitude to things haha
yes that's true he can only blame himself lol
Such a beautiful scene you paint with words, makes me wish I were there, sharing a peach wine in the glow of the moon. But it is, like all things, transitory. Loved this poem so much!
thank you so much Bella for your kind words!
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