Free verse № 24084
VINTAGE
The memories seem to play on wine.
Keep me to think on you from time to time.
To hear your voice and see your smile,
I'll float with memory for a while.
Drifting as the colors change,
they say it gets better with older age.
But memories fade and so does time,
'till they float once more upon the wine.
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