Free Verse # 316 (summer wine)

First rain of autumn…
only her breath
fills the sky

~

Dawn over the hills…
in my heart a flower
whispering her name

~

Summer wine…
savouring her lips
one sip at a time

~

Her body shall be
the triumph of his
poetry

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