Such deep ruby redness kissing my lips,
Tingling my taste buds so sweetly,
Before descending to the deepness of my soul,
Warming every thought that I own,
Chasing away every ache and pain of existence,
This day has become a shrouded character,
Brewed in the wine cellar of my heart,
Forgotten in the lost years, almost a memory,
Hiding in darkness as it grew stronger within,
As a hopeful spring morning blind to all other seasons,
Yet this vintage memory tingle’s every taste bud,
And tomorrow’s vineyard of memories shall be empty,
A forgotten memory of a miracle in time yet to be,
Unless I press the grapes of a new vintage,
Into the memories of my new existence…
Spread the love… The peace will follow…
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