A sweet wine
like it taste.
Moments all fine
nothing to waste.
Humming of a bird
in noise of despair.
No time till it fade
More I aspire.
An album in mind
which brings a smile.
Forever it bind
Not opened for a while.
Gather it more
Put in the core.
Because you’ll find,
nothing more.



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