I keep throwing Tarot and
I know there's more to life than
Our souls,
Limited by time and place.
How can I erase
A number of your happy days?
I still see
The gleam of golden wine
In your eyes, light and divine,
Our tenderness that reeks
Or orchids,
Our touches that barely speak.
You are my favourite game,
The one that makes me feel weak.
I still see this card -
A wonderful pair of people
Holding glasses of wine
With a vine crown
Above their heads.
This is us.
Tarot dreams
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