A Glass of Time
In the golden light of a sunlit day,
Two old friends meet in a small café.
The air hums soft with the chatter of noon,
And the scent of blossoms, a gentle tune.
Their hands, weathered by years gone by,
Hold glasses raised as laughter flies.
Wine swirls crimson, a liquid flame,
As they sip and toast to life’s grand game.
"Do you recall," she says with a grin,
"That summer we danced until the stars leaned in?
The music played wild, the night so free—"
"And you stole that rose from the vendor's tree!"
He chuckles, his eyes a spark of light,
"A rebel I was, in your bold delight.
And what of the sea, that morning we ran,
To chase the horizon, to hold the sand?"
Memories spill like the finest pour,
A vintage of moments, forevermore.
They pause to taste, to savor each year,
The bitter, the sweet, all held dear.
Outside, the world ticks on, unaware,
Of the love in the stories these friends still share.
Two glasses empty, the sun dips low,
But their bond glows brighter than it did years ago.
For in this café, on this timeless day,
The past and present gently sway.
Two souls entwined by laughter and wine,
A testament to the grace of time.
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