Saint Zarezan by Ann Wood
Saint ZarezanPour me a glass of crazy wine -
the day is more raw for men!
The vines swell again this year,
ready for a new love.
Hearts remain under the tender buds
innocent to the first fruit,
but the sinful wine they give us,
is actually life itself.
Don't take over, Valentine!
You are new to this table.
Pour yourself to drink our wine,
to see what love is!
You will fall off the horse when it hits you,
and you will be drunk three times over.
Without cards tender and in love songs -
this is Saint Zarezan!
We have been like that for many years
and God loves us. Amen!
Life begins with wine in love,
and not from a Valentine.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2021-02-14 at 16:47
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