the wind is blowing in my face,
the sun is playing hide and seek between the clouds,
I see the memories of past,
hiding between wine cups.
I rise a cup,
taste of bitter-sweet is in my mouth,
the wine and tears and memories of past.
the wind is blowing in my face,
the tears are dry,
between the cups of wine,
I feel the taste of salt.
the sun is playing hide and seek between the clouds
and I…
I think of memories of past.
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