Wine in a bottle.
Reflections in the light…
Revealing open thoughts…
Winning for a time…
Then losing it in the end.
Hopes taken from the liquid…
Falsely, soothing the pain of the day.
Drink after Drink.
Seeking a heavenly high.
Blindly seeking for more and more…
Addicted to the so called fragrance.
Leaving all disciplines aside…
Trading the soul, for that constant bottle.
And a newspaper and a park bench…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well vivid write nicely thought out and expressed.