The soul of my life
is in one sip.
As the crimson flickers
on the edge of my tongue.

Blood of my youth and
now I am a vintage man.
The memories flood in
and I remember the sweet
and bitter as they mix
into one soul.

I can only remember the
wind as it blew with me
and the time fades into
the sea.

11/07/2015

Posted on 11/08/2015
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