Today was humid,
full of cares,
two parties to attend,
maneuvering the whole
day through
rain.
In between
everything,
we had groceries,
lists,
checks to
write,
bills to
pay.
But I remember
the wine that
we chilled,
waiting for
us
at home.
The hour-long
ride
back home
doesn't seem
so long.
We will have
our cool
sweet
blackberry
intoxication
in the end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem