Alone stands an empty wine glass
dreaming the rich grape harvests of the past.
As it gets filled with the wine of memory
to the brim, he stealthily starts to drink
from the very first moment lost, with
a fervency, only a thirsty one trapped
in the maze of past alone will display
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 2:51 PM UTC
Alone stands an empty wine glass
dreaming the rich grape harvests of the past.
As it gets filled with the wine of memory
to the brim, he stealthily starts to drink
from the very first moment lost, with
a fervency, only a thirsty one trapped
in the maze of past alone will display
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