Pouilly-Fuissé

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We just sat on the edge of the water

sipping Pouilly-Fuissé.

He had come for me

to drag me from my melancholy,

reliving the horror of loss.

The afternoon shifted in wine and sunshine

and my heart began to feel lighter.

Though the vision in the water

was not mine but his, buried long ago,

and at last laid to rest.

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Written for The Mag

http://magpietales.blogspot.com.es/

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