Poem -

Wine

Wine

The red of royal,

The red of blood,

It cloaks you with itsĀ enticing flavor,

A diverse aroma,

It can be your luxury,

Or your demon,

With a stained glass,

It can be your fortune,

Or it can be your calamity,

Its a free spirit,

Of affinity and affection,

And its a blessing,

Of faith and belief.

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Like this Lexi, and you are right it can be your fortune or it can definitely be your calamity ha ha!! :)

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