Mihaela Pirjol


A Glass Of Wine - Poem by Mihaela Pirjol

The Spring in sorrow
Blurred my tomorrow,
My crimson wine
Won't promise Divine.

Inhaling the smoke,
Can't fix my broke
Of heart that's dying,
Can't hold its crying.

Promise me bright
On tomorrow's sight,
A dream to attain
No more in disdain.

Sing me a song,
Regain my heart strong;
Bring me sunshine
In this glass of wine.


Comments about A Glass Of Wine by Mihaela Pirjol

  • Rookie - 442 Points Anthony Burkett (10/19/2014 12:35:00 PM)

    The bottle is drained... and all that remains... is the sweet refrain... of memories. Porto? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 7, 2014

Poem Edited: Sunday, August 17, 2014


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