A cup of wine



 lips that touch, the ground of a cup

that tastes that nods on
a wonder that was never
there before

like a solitude, of desires
takes the bitter
or the better
that ends, with a look that
sees no one

in the closeness of the
dawn, the hop that gallops
makes one refresh
perhaps a little pop
of what is life

in a burden, have a little
puff

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