mountain above, lake below
A ball revolves ,spins , balances on a finger of fate. Wine pours from evaporated rain recycles love in a glass and good vintage is found sincerely yours.
Very powerful, “the bounty of the rain
to be transubstantiated
into the gifts of grapes and wine".
Beaconsfield is a lovely suburb of Montreal. Still on the island, near the water.
What a beautiful couple!
Lovely. And so is the poem.
Gorgeous verse, my friend. And you two look bright and healthy in that Canadian summer. Cheers!
Beautiful verse, and the two of you look so very happy.
That's beautiful.
A ball revolves ,spins , balances on a finger of fate. Wine pours from evaporated rain recycles love in a glass and good vintage is found sincerely yours.
Very powerful, “the bounty of the rain
to be transubstantiated
into the gifts of grapes and wine".
Beaconsfield is a lovely suburb of Montreal. Still on the island, near the water.
What a beautiful couple!
Lovely. And so is the poem.
Gorgeous verse, my friend. And you two look bright and healthy in that Canadian summer. Cheers!
Beautiful verse, and the two of you look so very happy.
That's beautiful.