Sunday night
Sunday night
a raging fire at my feet
and my wine glass is empty.
I have this grand idea
to write all of my friends
with words of warmth and encouragement,
but my wine glass is empty.
tossing another log
into the fire,
I finish the bottle
and forget
everything.
Sunday night
a raging fire at my feet
and my wine glass is empty.
I have this grand idea
to write all of my friends
with words of warmth and encouragement,
but my wine glass is empty.
tossing another log
into the fire,
I finish the bottle
and forget
everything.
a raging fire at my feet
and my wine glass is empty.
I have this grand idea
to write all of my friends
with words of warmth and encouragement,
but my wine glass is empty.
tossing another log
into the fire,
I finish the bottle
and forget
everything.
posted by extraspecialbitter at 6:35 PM
2 Comments:
Egri Bekiver, my Hungarian red. A toast_!
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yes. me too.
i'd like to write you.
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