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Sunday, November 17, 2013

A Decade by Amy Lowell

vineyard, grapes, grape farm


When you came, you were like red wine and honey,
And the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.
Now you are like morning bread,
Smooth and pleasant.

I hardly taste you at all for I know your savour,
But I am completely nourished.

Posted by KC at 2:04 AM
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