Among the thousand's bottles so fine,
each one with the finest lust,
chose the one with the rightest wine
Whilst it was enshrouded high on dust...
Drank it to my heart,
preserved within to the core,
Hypnotized to the extent by its taste,
even the grimes I started to adore.
Cleansed away the grunge,
by the time, it showed off its effect,
got me now the point,-
the reason for its reject.
Streaming in away the drouth,
Poised thy me within,
Though I had to spew it out,
I didnt give up to drink.
Yeah the same, someday it was,
used to be divine,
but now as I... seeped it in!,
The 'wine' is just a wine..
7 September 2007, Friday
2 comments:
very impressive use of metaphoric writing...:-)
thanx.. thought of giving this a try too.. inspired by sm 1
;-)lol!...
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