Grown on the vine
Both water and wine
In the form of a fruit
That as is tastes divine
Whether red, white, or purple
Each grape lies in wait
To set off explosions
Of sweet tangy taste
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Grown on the vine
Both water and wine
In the form of a fruit
That as is tastes divine
Whether red, white, or purple
Each grape lies in wait
To set off explosions
Of sweet tangy taste