Vin Is Cotto Poem by vince gullaci

Vin Is Cotto



Each step
closer to the grave
birth and death
entwined
what's left
not a sweet
vino cotto
but a bitter wine.

Sunday, July 9, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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