Talk:Noi/@comment-5513888-20130513025146

You're getting good at this! Or perhaps I'm getting worse....regardless, see who can solve this riddle first:

The evening breeze dances through my mane,

As my troubles begin to wane,

Crimson water sways in glass

Lazily as day starts to pass,

And in the vineyard, under moonshine bliss,

Rosy crimson and lips share their kiss