General

Haiku Rosso y Bianco

The fruit of the vine

and holiest of spirits,

grapes crushed and then aged.

 

Wrestle with the cork,

dust the bottle and then pour.

Life within a glass.

 

Redder still than blood

but not half so coppery,

sweet, dry, full-bodied.

 

Never white as snow

But far clearer and more pure,

sharp, sparkling, and light.

 

An empty bottle

signals sadness and good times.

You never forget.

 

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