Sentimental
Born in memory
Distillation slightly sweet
Colored palest mauve.
Passionate
Born of flesh and fire
Fermentation teases tongue
Colored deep red rose.
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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Oh sounds nice!
Thanks, Lynn.
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“fermentation teases tongue.” Oh that is delightful. Thank you.
Glad you like it. Thanks. 🙂
A sort of poetic portrait – perfect and accurate 🙂
Thanks, Heath. I like your phrase “poetic portrait”.