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Next Harvest
Contributed by
lostrelic
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Monday, 5th January 2015 @ 08:59:12 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Left on the vine
grapes wither with time
the blood of the lamb unbind
stains on the carpet unwind
yet the words silently flow
Can we see past the veil of drunkenness
lost on spirits a plenty
ignorance a shot away
tipsy on stale truth
Will we see the fall of the grape
the crush of the foot
the plastered dreams of anarchy
that wash away with a bitter hint of irony
seeking property rights in a world that no one owns
Let not the flow of the drink let your heart sink
and the mind float
set in motion a better fermentation
one of taste and reality
With a fine whine we all line to dance
to the harvest moon
to call out the loon
and to wash away the day
Seek truth with clear minds
refresh with a simple smile
for water can clear the air
washing away the lies that lay on the vine
for the next harvest
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Re: Next Harvest
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by kmec1990 on
Tuesday, 6th January 2015 @ 06:57:26 AM AEST
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Beautifully written.
I R eally enjoyed this, it flows like the wine made from the grapes on those vines.
I'll be back for more
Thanks for sharing
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