Flirt
Two glasses filled with a bubbling flirt
A fragrance of blue and white grapes
Turning out in a sweet scence of pink
Without crushed grapes
Otherwise the most will be discolored
But equally squeezed into winery
Not minding what other people will think
In order to be held together
By a cork and muselet
Copyright © Miranda Keuter | Year Posted 2016
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