Red Wine Poem by Lamar Cole

Red Wine



With auburn hair she sat crying quietly in the night.
Because he just wasn't treating her right.
The stars said stay.
The moon said leave and look for a better day.
So she just made up her mind.
To leave him and have a glass of red wine.

Wednesday, November 7, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: people,wine
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