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a piece in progress ... I already miss the yearly love affair I have with my precious Merlot ...
precious drops, this kiss of wine
crismon bleeds to capture breath
a captive audience lured within
this silent dance of seduction
performed simply with eyes alone
lost inside their depthless glow
no wish of release from this prison
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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna
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