Bottled liquor on my table
Pleasantly scenting of roses and lilies
By eyes of world it remains unseen
Glass case preserving the fragrance within
Reminiscing the first puff I vividly see
It was far less significant than today's wiff
As I work my way down the bottle
every drop is more precious to me
It's purple to eyes as last of Rainbow
promising to stay forever with me
Changes my waters to vin ordinaire,
makes me crave eternity
I blindly believe there's tranquility
at the end of my liquor's flagon
With time to enjoy its freshness in vintage
The flowers, the airs, the mounts, the sea

But the only time I can endure its beauty
Is my daily walk between pains and joys
As I've come to know we'd fade away
Without a trace, it and me

So Between the chaos of my painful past
and the uncertainty of my dear future
Lies my only chance
to actually find peace

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