The sweet cherry wine
Was never really mine.
And yet I drank it,
Called it 'mine'.
It had this shine
And tasted divine.
But then it was empty,
No longer mine.
Had tried to combine
This wine of mine
But had to decline
As it simply was not fine.
Had to realise that
Wine was not mine
As it had always been
His wine.
- Ann
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Slow Dancing (Poetry)
RandomSlow dancing makes me see, What I want to express through poetry. - Ann ------------------ This is my poetry collection in which I show you some of my poems. Some are also included in my novels, others aren't. Feel free to explore this creative spa...
