The only colors that I can differentiate oflate is that of red and white.
Wine sure is bottled poetry. I'm stuffing myself with the words.
Maybe someday, someday, they will just flow.
Wine sure is bottled poetry. I'm stuffing myself with the words.
Maybe someday, someday, they will just flow.
Don't stuff in too much of words in this form, because piled up words sometimes ache too much... and some one has said that
ReplyDeleteAlcohol is like love: the first kiss is magic, the
second is intimate, the third is routine. After
that you just take the girl’s clothes off.
~The Long Goodbye ch. 4 (1953)
So, let it remain magic :)
Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete
@BA, It feels like magic, every single time :)
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