a glass of Wine - Venice Italy 2001 -
Let it not be said
these grapes were grown in vain
I drank deeply of their nectar
and I do so once again
A golden hue of mountain grape
Swirls quietly in this cup
Sidewalk cafe, venetian night
canal boats glide as I sup
Swarthy men in dark black curl
Tall dark ladies float along
The evening airs caress my brow
with melody of minstrels song
The chatter of an unknown tongue
The joyous sounds of drink
Another world, another time
Into this, with every sip, I slowly slowly sink
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