Lost time

She kept wishing,
One day, I’ll
Turn the water,
Into wine.

Eyes staring thorough
In the reflection,
Of the green glass.
To get back time,

The wine,
Never came,
Still water,
Almost the same.

Only the time was lost,
Even more than before.
And still she kept on wishing,
To get the wine of time.

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