Tastes like forgiveness
deep, deep and as red as can be.
Night comes, and I drink deeply
washing away the bitterness and hot dust of the day.
I taste forgiveness washing over my tongue, filling my mouth,
I swallow, and let go.
And other times I sip
Not ready to give it all up at once
but slowly letting the crescendo build.
Crescendo of forgiveness, silent night
Sweet, sweet wine.
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