Sipping Wine In the Garden
Sipping wine in the garden
is one of my favorite pastimes
it’s when I can fully exhale
and clear and cleanse my mind
my heart violently breaks open
tranquilly finds me worthy once more
each breath and sip I take
leads me back through serenity’s unlocked door
distractions lose track of me
the bees protect me from peace poachers
I get carried away by the symphony of silence
nature is one of the greatest composers
I’m almost finished this slightly chilled Rosé
I’m feeling as light as a freshy born rainbow
I’m going to sip this last glass nice and slow
cuz I’m so not ready to go
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