The days of chocolate and wine and roses
have somehow vanished, run away.
And words of verse sound now as prose
as if they're just from a silly dialogue in a play
Through the forest land toward a closing door
I come chasing a passing breeze.
The door’s marked "Open me", it wasn't there before,
it leads to a garden filled with memories
of your golden smile that induced me to
the days of chocolate and roses and wine,
the days of speaking impromptu
and making love, just for a while.
The days of chocolate and wine and roses
© Copyright: Нина Вольга, 2023
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