Mamma's path sugar sand
slippers glass wine
poured forth a spring
undug by hand.
Animal strikes beauty ex pose
to stand a second paused.
Mirrored water masks
her curvy waves
she lays it on.
Metal glint of fairest smoky
eye she
turns to walk away a sigh....
After fine begins to fade winds
of change come back to say
mamma your wine it is so fine
shed not the grape in vein.
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