the song of the wine glass
forgetting why you exist
lost to the red swirling
finishing your sentences
while no one is looking
pouring another half-glass
living in the present
the song about forgetting
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the song of the wine glass
forgetting why you exist
lost to the red swirling
finishing your sentences
while no one is looking
pouring another half-glass
living in the present
the song about forgetting
Sunlight dances on the butterfly leaves,
as the colours of the autumn day show.
Sunday picnics and Monet moments in love,
disappeared in the grey of the era of March.
Sunlight fades into the abstract twilight,
as we share our last wine bottle so slowly.