Twilight Wine
Twilight pours over us in a crimson tide,
A spilled merlot drip from a bottle drunk dry.
Swallow what is left of the russet sun wine,
That splashes on the moon that splatters sunshine.
Copyright © B. Joseph Fitzsimons | Year Posted 2017
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