Monday, July 13, 2015


Wine gurgled from the long jugs-
drenched and pampered the tired.
Stories buzzed as clinked the mugs,
songs hummed around the fire.
History swapped in laze chatter,
giggled away past blunders.
That on platter what mattered.
To presaged none surrendered.
The flame would crackle till dawn.
Its glow mingled with red morn.

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