As I graze the soul of time, maturing skin like vintage wine,
so young at heart yet sweet and deep, our golden years enrich the vine. While young grapes fall before their time still half asleep go undefined. Nurture maturing skin for a grape bouquet bonanza. Full of grace, let young hearts shine. Wry wine will ripen senses. Fine line and wrinkled glances delight the mindful heart.
©2007 Idelle Musiek
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