A night of mulberry wine

A night of mulberry wine

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A night of mulberry wine and first loves,

Blue eyes reminiscent of summer sky,

Speaking silently of white veils and doves,

Would ever gaze upon me in July.

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You danced with me a song feeling so right,

We slept by the lake, arms held tight till sore.

I woke to the easterly sun so bright,

Only to discover, you were no more.

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The season of bountiful blues and green,

Filled with fun of sun and colours galore,

Now barren as a dried up, droughted stream;

August suns never to hear our love lore.

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A fantasy drawn by mulberry wine,

You do not exist in this world of mine.