The Grape Dreams of Wine
Nf3
Mine was the melody of the vine,
the sun at twilight.
My song kisses your lips,
and you taste its aria.
Brandon, I think with your poem. What you may want to try is go to the absurd. Have the parents say highly imagistic things. Push it further...just some thoughts.
Nf3
Mine was the melody of the vine,
the sun at twilight.
My song kisses your lips,
and you taste its aria.
Brandon, I think with your poem. What you may want to try is go to the absurd. Have the parents say highly imagistic things. Push it further...just some thoughts.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson