A sour wine in a glass
Rather be!
Makes it delightful for a bland lips.
Dried by waiting and promise.
Wet by tears.
A cold cup for a sweet wine?
The bottle must have cried.
When everything was poured
And the winter was drunk.
YOU ARE READING
SAD BRAVERY
PoetryIT IS SO SAD TO BE BRAVE FOR YOUR LOVE, WILL, AND COMMITMENTS. THIS IS A COMPILATION OF POEMS OF MY APPEALS.
