Sour Wine Poem by nimal dunuhinga
Sour Wine
Rating: ★5.0
The virgin dolly bird sings in her vineyard
and the virtuoso listen her arrogant melody
at his cottage window merrily.
The old rusty fence isn't a barrier it seems
if she pass a gentle glance?
The bystander in his fantasy
counting the stars in the mysterious sky.
Wine turned to vinegar
and the lonesome soul still a bachelor.
To my poet friend Dave.Tanguay
Friday, September 1, 2006
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5/8/2024 6:54:15 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The tone of this poem is a bit fatatalistic and world weary. But it is very well written, Nimal. Kind regards, Sandra