The mysterious bouquet
Of past vintage years
Has an allure so strong
That the prohibition
Could cause more harm
Than the intoxication.
Please give me just a sip
And I shall be content
Knowing that it is no longer
Forbidden.
Please let me share a drop
Of whatever lies behind
The locked door.
Please let me into your secret heart.
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I am an Astrologer who also writes about world events. My first eBook "At This Point in Time" is available through most on-line book stores. I have now serialized my second book "The Star of Bethlehem" here. And to give my blog pages something lighter, I'm sharing some of my personal photographs, too.
Someone on Facebook decided that this poem was ‘abusive’, so Facebook barred the link. Some very sick people out there. This was written to my second wife’s father in 1978…
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