Fermented Truth
Wine, the crimson mirror, holds the mind.
Thoughts unravel, pretense bends, secrets spill.
Each sip a key, logic flows, honesty speaks.
The hidden why, intentions bare,
No mask can stay, no lie can thrive.
Wine, a beast, a silent mocker,
Holds the heart yet lets it whisper.
Lovers speak what words forbid,
Unspoken feelings tremble, soft and vivid.
Its fiery burn ignites courage,
Its swirl unlocks trust,
Its depth reveals the soul’s quiet fires.
Oak and vine, history whispers, reason shines.
Scholars and kings, poets and fools,
All find clarity in its ruby pools.
A toast to truths unspoken,
To hearts unguarded, words unbroken.
Wine does not lie, cannot cheat,
It pulls the soul, makes judgment meet.
In its light, reality breathes, and wine just giggles at our foolishness.
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