Uncorking The Bottle Poem by Pasquale DiMeola

Uncorking The Bottle



The first kiss of true love
Like the sip of aged wine
Released all the white doves
To a height plumb divine

As we swayed in the fall
Windy boughs of crisp trees
Veiled us an autumn ball
Of the most colorful leaves

And we both stood quite still
In this wee frame of time
Loving freely at will
Til we aged like the wine.

Saturday, June 13, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: love and life
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Pasquale DiMeola

Pasquale DiMeola

Newark, New Jersey
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