The spring of sorrow:
Blurred—my tomorrow;
This crimson wine,
Won't promise the Sublime!
Inhaling the smoke,
I cannot fix my broken
Heart that is dying:
I cannot hold its crying!
Promise me! —bright
Is tomorrow's sight!
A dream to attain:
No more in disdain!
Sing me a song,
To regain my heart strong!
Bring me sunshine,
In this glass of wine!
I too feel that this poem of your sync with my poem ' How I Wish for A Glass of Wine, ' and both poems complement each other very well. Hope the spirit of wine sings a lullaby and lulls its consumer to sleep! Loved the poem very much.
Love and pain! But, you still have a dream to attain in life. Thanks for sharing.
The bottle is drained... and all that remains... is the sweet refrain... of memories. Porto?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A touching expression on wine has been made astutely which gives pleasure and pain. Thanks for sharing.10