unopened

it is night-time…the sun glows… moonlight will make way…casting a sliver of silver in summer’s sky…i wait for you….

it is morning in Paris… city of love…Gypsies in church doors…streets named after poets whose words fed us…when there was hunger…

waiting for a firey ball to leave…making way for song and drink…coolness of night…

in darkness there is glistening…shimmering…thousands of stars… millions of lovers…here’s to lovers…

i wait… waiting is not so bad…i will wait…

the wine has yet to be opened…

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