Wine talk ( Full poem )It wasn’t us, but the wine
It wasn’t our words
It wasn’t our hands
It wasn’t completely us
It was the wine
We can’t free our souls
However we try
We can’t be that open
And we know why
So we have to be sorry
For challenging our fates
And rejecting what says the sky
We are a so called half circle
And half of a moon
We are what we are
The sun that never sleeps in June
Or middle of a long road, we walked in
Can not go any further or return
We are an iceberg of sadness
Travelling alone towards the south
And one day , it will be burnt
We know our dreams in a crocodile’s mouth
So, let’s give ourselves to the wine, once again
And forget about that pain
We can not live in the wakefulness
Let’s diving into another coma
That wasn’t our talk
How come, we behave like anybody else who has no idea about the hurricanes and the thunders that we belong to !!
I can’t believe how can we think about surviving
How can we catch up the last vessel.
That sails to the calm beach
And we had decided not to do so .
That wasn’t us.
It was the wine that gushers from your hands
Or the role which we always dream about. .
written by the smell of the wine as well.
Hey, let’s pretend that we don’t remember anything
Let’s forget the test of the kisses and all the rosy lips
And the time of warmness, where we floated on peace like two birds.
And what you had told me … What I have told you …
Let’s kill the pledges and all the promises
If it happens and we got to remember..
And if we have a talk when we are together..
let’s accuse the grass or the weather
being too nice by the river
It is the deed of the beer or the wine or whatever
But not of us
let’s say that we weren’t responsible of conducting all that paradise which happened to us.
It was the wine !
Let’s think about giving the wine another chance, in future.
And on next day we pretend that we are apathetic
We say if we have to say
That wasn’t our reality
That wasn’t our talk
That wasn’t our time
let’s acquit ourselves from all paradise that happened to us.
All that life .
Let’s give a chance to the wine for a forthcoming sin !
Let’s ask the wine for help when the season of sorrow comes again….
When we want to:….