Glasses of Wine

Glasses of Wine

The invitations were sent

The morning was fine

The world lay reflected

In two glasses of wine.

 

The table was set

The clock pointed nine

The empty plate reflected the moonshine

In two glasses of wine.

 

The flowers were rained

Their leaf were showered

For it to grow lovelier

Or else it would wither!

 

The weather slowed to a silent hum

Were the glasses just a glasses or a shadowy sign?

Perhaps they were more than just two glasses of wine.

 

I just wanted we two would seat

Right down here to dine

And our reflection would make us drink deeply

From those two glasses of wine.

~Aditya

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