sour grapes
wine sweet
and
red grapes
red wine
We all have a bottle
as we dine
all sweetest grapes are mine
ask Divine
they within my heart entwine
lovely ones like oranges kind
I love grapes
red and wine
peaches oranges pears
and
all superlative beauty mind
are made by nature
for men and women kind
don't grind
all love RED wine
come and with me dine
this poem is of metaphorical
hidden design
guess who out there standing
is really mine
(Just Guess man)
THANKS AFTER A VERY LONG TIME U HAVE COME DID U READ MY MOM'S SMILES PL DO THANKS
Excellent poetic expression, Sweetness of your poem and sourness of its respond on it....10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
All sweet dishes are teared sour are spared