Brothers
- Michael Bottoni
- May 29, 2018
- 1 min read
Like a fine wine
there’s a bond.
The fermentation
and the combination of flavors.
My brother and I started our friendship
like crushed grapes in a barrel, raw
ready to create a juice so special—
Nothing can compare.
As we grow older, our flavor simmers down.
Our relationship changes.
But like fine wine
we get better with age.
We bagan to turn like grapes pulled from vines and developing.
As time goes on we will stay fine.
Loyal.
Ever-changing.
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