She was eating fish, evidently relishing every bit,
but with some haste.
He sat with a bottle of wine
so relaxed,
seemed exploring
something lost in mind.
Now, her plate is full of bones,
artistically placed,
his conversations with wine,
goes unabated,
he is certainly marooned in an island.
Oct 15, 2012
Oct 15, 2012 at 9:01 PM UTC
She was eating fish, evidently relishing every bit,
but with some haste.
He sat with a bottle of wine
so relaxed,
seemed exploring
something lost in mind.
Now, her plate is full of bones,
artistically placed,
his conversations with wine,
goes unabated,
he is certainly marooned in an island.
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