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Ice In Wine
Love is like two parallel lines,
That doesn't meet both ends
To think if it's happiness is nil.
It's like ice that mix with wine
It doesn't melt right away then,
But when you hold the glass
Shake it slowly with the heart,
The warmth of your hand show
Slowly melt ice with the wine
That's where you taste layers,
In your mouth suave beautiful
Of the sweetest wine in life.
Copyright ©
Hugo Sarvida Jr.
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