Wine From Roses
I search within these grains of sand
Sifting slowly through my hands
Seeking that one special key
to unlock the tomb of memories
All the footprints washed away by tides
but once upon a time still lives inside
Calling back the endless pleasures
Waking thoughts of bygone treasures
I still wring wine from dried out roses
and sculpt hard rock in limber poses
I can still find sugar in the ocean salt
when time rewinds and my mind comes to halt.
For once a dream I dreamed came true
I walked along these shores with you
The love we shared still whispers on the sea
this sea of endless memories.
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