Wine In King's Glass
On the metamorphic I sprouted
Sun and snow I braved;
With sickle I was weaned
Pain of pressing who can stand?
Let no one envy me:
Wine in King's glass.
Copyright © Kayod5 Kayode | Year Posted 2014
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