<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=400874" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Red Wine Spill</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Red wine spill</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her voice I waited for, amid the foliage shades, <br>now with the oncoming of her Spring, she fades; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She appeared once; a tear of my soul to dither, <br>then she lifted in cumulus, where winds blither; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Zephyr was traveling above, my lone assession, <br>My penitence she kissed along, and aspersion; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A red wine spill betimes, diluted days of rain, <br>diluted rain's wine spill, of tear drops to attain; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Winds blither - she appeared once; in my tear, <br>a laughing gust of the wind, my soul to shear; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then her wraith shadow, guided my hopes, <br>To laugh again among the winds, and new scopes; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To laugh with me amidst the winds, she 'll come, <br>Life will reach an apogee, and heart will thrum; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To laugh with me amidst the raindrops, in clouds, <br>with a boat to float in winds from sails' shrouds; <br>_________<br>shrouds = (nautical) a line (rope or chain) that regulates <br>the angle at which a sail is set in relation to the wind.<br>_________<br>Copyright © - G. V.- 03.29.2012<br>/ PoemH.30459086</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Giorgio+Veneto">Giorgio Veneto</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=400874" data-title="Red Wine Spill de Giorgio Veneto" data-description="Red wine spill Her voice I waited for, amid the foliage shades, now with the oncoming of her Spring, she fades; She appeared once; a tear of my soul to dither, then she lifted in cumulus, where winds blither; Zephyr was traveling above, my ..."></div> </div> </div>

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