Blood Red Wine & Roses

Poetry
Rose petals on the wind
Abandoning their stems
Floating on the surface of the oceans

Red stains on the rim
I sipped the wine straight from your lips
Until all that was left was the sweet remnants of bliss

Posted Nov 28, 2023, 8:23 PM UTC

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