When the dog days come and the summers crest, and grapes and women are at their best; That moment, like wine, should be distilled, So deep in the snowy fields rebuild The sweetness of the sun kissing where my lips should be. On a day long passed to memory, Out on a limb I watch the clouds roll in, Day after day the rain a reminder of where my lips should be; No longer blessed, but by an empty glass; And visions and dreams of a day long past. copyright 2003 t.james zanotti
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Christine brand 10 Aug 2006
very clever...interesting and deep, I love the poetry...impressive lyrics and hidden secrets.Rebecca Marona 18 Mar 2006
I SEE THE GRAPES ! RebeccaVivian Allen 01 Nov 2004
This is mesmerizing.Dawn Landrum 01 Nov 2004
lovely texture and colorsDjervad Steen 30 Oct 2004
very original way of painting