GLASS OF WINE

I poured the first wine, a pair of glasses clinking sound as if singing paradise --I poured a second wine, a warm fire flames suddenly blister in the gut, any time writhing like a hapless python before freezing without names like a coffin, "why?" decades the question that must be answered ,eyes gleaming dagger finally - how could you desist on the night and suddenly blossom petals thrown out, just dew in crystal-clear glass snap whispering, "forgotten" waited seven colors in the sky the limit, but the remaining black and white, mist without form air and moaning, nothing that can be desired, though dried leaves tomorrow, that floated in the wind noise : where the story would end right? or look forward to it, sag is not always wise the directed closed curtain at every stage play?



Agats - Asmat, July 16, 2012