The wine of my life

 The room is half empty

when there is one person standing,

there or half full,

when you are looking for  someone to fill it with,

sometimes is a way of life,

sometimes you have to changei it  according to your path,

but if it is half empty,

then wine is your friend,

and the wind is you blanket.

The wind sometimes blows from nowhenre,

according to the style and  the low of my life, 

But when  you play with the wind by yourself,

and with the wine in your hands and the drops on your body,

and create your own style of love, and the life,

the drops of wine drips

the wine turns into it,

and your life falls on it,

thus your feeling the room,so

that when the room is half empty,

it becomes halfly fool.

When the soul it burning in fire,

and water does not help,

how can wine set fire,

when it itself has already set you on fire.

and there is a dress in white,

which plays with the wine,

it turnes into red to be ,

 when the wine the wine starts to  feel the room.

and its not half empty ,

when theres a person nearby who is standing in there anymore.

01.03.25

Di  Maria