Strong wine.

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Have you tasted wine?

The wine they call friends.

Red and dark silver

Blue and black creamings

Grey and day burning,

Years old wine.

Taste it ones,

The tongue searches for more.

Yet, be addictive,

My friend,

That’s the drowning of

the being of “you”.

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Published by Arun Writes

An aspiring essentialist, a fantasy geek and a word hunter, on a new path.

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8 thoughts on “Strong wine.”

  4. Somewhat of an accusatory ending, and I’m not sure why. In any case! Yes! friends are like wine–you always need them, there never seems to be enough, and on the whole they taste horrible and they’re bad for you.

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