Purple Passions In Wine Country
A crystal glass brimming with fresh, ambrosial grape juice.
Some do desire imported grape wines.
No matter what, always recall, their source is God's holy vines.
I do live in heavenly, arcadian, wine country.
Occasionally, wearing, a purple see through scarf with lovely, gold leaves.
Misfortune, though, when one gets purple stains on luxuriant, shantung sleeves.
2/15/2021
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Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2021
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