Mistaken over a glass of juice,
saw drinking behind a glass-door
it was one fine afternoon, time
for siesta post the sunny noon
a peaceful mountain valley lives
around the hut, with abundant
trees and birds, twittering since
the time of dawn. Saw throats
moving sip by Sip enjoying the
flavour and tongues Swiping the
remnant of taste from Smiling lips,
heard the echoes of aahs in
appreciation, over that passionate
shade of red juice. In shadows
I witness the scene, at last there
were empty wine glasses. On
haunches I find myself walk to
attraction. The aroma it was not
but a stench. My aged being
recognizes the smell, glass slid
down my right hand, Pouring
left one drop on white carpet
Oh, It was blood!
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