Adding and Subtracting the core of fine
Arising mixtures of elements that are fine
and aged with time.
Sensations of the words of bittersweet,
A drying texture running down slow to the satisfaction
of a river that runs so deep.
The unique stresses of affections
yet the blessings come and go within the souls of
Reflexions of one's own protections is the fear of man
Seeing a corridor through the screen of kings
Making a way out is the sign of angels with wings.
Reaching the goal to a treasure that only god knows,
pushing away all of those disclosed woes,
Making peace in the million dollar rose.
Finally making peace with a toast,
Running memories in highs and lows of most.
Thankful to the cheers of the wise.
never letting go the true identity of one's own disguise.
So ' Cheers to who' in all that you do ' Salude'
Finding the secrets of time in the riches bottle of
' FineWine '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem