Gielie Se Muse
Wellington vineyards bathed by sun's golden ray,
Where luscious grapes in symphony sway,
A nectar's birth, an art divine,
Behold Doolhof and their noble wines.
Crimson hue, an artist's delight,
Telling stories about secrets of the night,
With each sip, a tale unfurls,
Of 80 hectares and passionate swirls.
On lips it dances, a velvety kiss,
Igniting senses with flavours of bliss,
A symphony of notes, harmonies true,
Whispering secrets, enchanting anew.
So raise your glass, let your worries fade,
Embrace the magic this elixir has made,
For in each sip, a moment sublime,
Wine, Gielie se muse, transcending time.
Copyright © Barrie Bramley | Year Posted 2023
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