Sweet Wine
Sweet Peach Wine
In the valleys where prayer flags dance,
And clouds kiss Himalayan glance,
I found a bottle, soft and fine,
Of Bhutan’s sweet peach-scented wine.
It tasted like a lover’s sigh,
A summer dusk, a blushing sky,
With every sip, your name would bloom,
A floral echo through the room.
The amber liquid, slow and deep,
Unveils the dreams we dare to keep.
Like whispers in a sacred shrine,
You lingered in that peachy wine.
We drank beneath the twilight's flame,
Two hearts, one breath, no need for name.
Your laughter swirled in mountain air,
A silent vow, a fragrant prayer.
Oh, if I could, I’d bottle time—
The warmth, your kiss, that sweet divine.
But all I have, and all that's true,
Is this peach wine, and love for you.
Copyright ©
Rohit Sharma
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