My bright perfect Home in the sun: VĂteliĂş! Staring up Through leaf lace We drank wine From a bottle Which rested In your shoe. Those grapes, grown From warm ground Where we napped, Return sometimes In bottles Even now.
My bright perfect Home in the sun: VĂteliĂş! Staring up Through leaf lace We drank wine From a bottle Which rested In your shoe. Those grapes, grown From warm ground Where we napped, Return sometimes In bottles Even now.