Sonnet To The Wine - Poem by Pablo Alfonso
It comes from grape harvest to the table
This rich and good wine, pleasant sip fruity
It brings from the vine its freshness its beauty.
With delight, rich wine, brings joy and be able
of tweaking the sadness and bring the good new.
Bring joy! Vanquish every tear from our eyes.
To drink glorifying each day. And supply
of calm our life and awake up to the dew
Will be little thing that write with muy low pen.
Will always be little what I write again.
Will be little what I sing in my happy night.
Because you're in my sad hours the company
Because you're part of my crazy destiny.
For you, good wine, I write my sonnet tonight!
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