Manduria Puns

From the bottom of the well

I see glimpses of the stars

Whose warmth I once called home

 

The memories fade like clouds

On a cursed night, covering the moon

Hiding it’s beauty from reverence

 

And the stars grow distant

And the cold seeps in

Until the wine starts to pour

 

It paints a beautiful picture

Of the happiness buried deep

Alive and kicking and gasping for air

 

I dust it off between sips

Of rosé

I embrace the heat of the love

I still harbour

I dance and sing with the loved ones

I still have

 

And I climb the well

And I put my spacesuit on

And I make my way back

To the stars

I still know

 

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