Deep in her wine glass
A reflection of him, emerged
In the silent thought of the night
A teardrop, drops, creating a ripple
Drowning her thoughts
With heart break of pains
A sip or two, in between
Exploded more memories,
That once were sealed and forgotten
Now with every sip, slips down the cheek
a long night, alone with the closed,
chapters of her dark sins book...


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