For everything,
there's a reason, as such, a time for birth and death. I just wonder what makes
my life so different. I lovely fail before love. Love for life, what art thy
shall remain until the last breath of my life! Romantically I would like to be
killed by the love I love, but I am not stupid enough to bury my precious life
for the love unloved. I drink wine and I have tasted almost all the precious of
them. I drink and I love, I love and I live, I live and I am loving it. I love
the mystic charms of life, the way it behaves, woos, and ravishes, what a piece
of romance. I always wanted to stop writing about love, but my love for my life
fails me and I write again! Life is such a wonderful gift I’ve ever had,
there's failure, success, love, rejection, smile, sadness, poverty, luxury,
silence, laughter, and many; but life remains as life itself. I am blessed!
PS: WINE IS A BOTTLED POETRY AND I AM A POET ARBITRARILY. “To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour…”

hail to thy little keats, hail to thee!
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