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Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
William Butler Yeats
Photo by Alistair
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7 comments:
What a fabulous picture!
Sometimes, it's the little things that are big.
Cheers Jono - one of my favourites.
Ac - That's what I keep telling her!
Lovely one :) poem, and photo.
Why thank you ma'am......
Just lovely - and I found myself letting out a big sigh as I read the last line. Gorgeous photo too!
Thanks Jane. Some of us are lucky I guess.
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