Morning Wine Poem by Princess Kathleene Gabunales

dark skies cover the atmosphere
noone should be awake
but everybody else aren't asleep
they mingle and go around from places
coldness of the wind touches the skin
like a voice that whispers slowly and quietly
you don't tire yourself when you're not alone
there's a taste of liquor on the table
count as much bottle as you want
they label differently
but give a toast to a single hand
small talk but big words
circle the place and don't forget the bottle
with every pour, a detail counts
no waste of time in such an early hour
eyes go wide come with big fake smile
join them and you'll see it is like a feast
it is to them everyday
noone is living, they all together left at once
this is a pact, like every drink is shared.