In the vineyard's embrace so fine,
Twisting tendrils, nature's design.
Amidst the rows, where sunlight weaves,
Grapes ripen in the autumn leaves.
Clusters hang like jewels divine,
Nurtured by the Earth's own sign.
Morning dew on leaves aglow,
Whispers secrets that vines know.
Harvest calls, a timeless cue,
Hands that toil with love imbue.
In the cellar's quiet repose,
Fine wine ages, story grows.
Bottled tales of sunlit days,
Dancing on the tongue's sweet maze.
Pour a glass, savor the rhyme,
In the vine's embrace, a sip of time.
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Author:
Chiki (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 1st, 2023 00:23
- Category: Fantasy
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Comments2
I liked it.
Thank you!
Describing nature in classic terms never goes out of style! Well done! Visit my “you Qunech My Thirst” in the same spirit
Sure mam!
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