We were born in a haven as one
then you had left the calm
going out in haste to race
I planted two grape trees on my face
beside the window looking outside,
rooting inside
Blowing of my sighs
ripened glances of my waiting eyes,
the grapes of swinging bunch
as whispered to you when sank in each loss
Come inside myself
Two glasses long waited on the shelf
longing for pouring with calming wine
as ripe glances swung on my eyes
cracking to weep on my desires
Time is running out
Get ride of being a racing horse in life
Come back room to pick grapes
to make wine
We will drink again to be one
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