I grow ever more
gorgeous with sorrow
through out the years.
Time does not end.
Please do not condemn
what feelings give,
for beauty is sensation.
Sad and searching,
I long
for color,
for love,
for experience:
for a glass of red wine.
I grow ever more
gorgeous with sorrow
through out the years.
Time does not end.
Please do not condemn
what feelings give,
for beauty is sensation.
Sad and searching,
I long
for color,
for love,
for experience:
for a glass of red wine.