A muse born out of the red wine

That day, I was all by myself

Drinking red wine

Thinking of life

In the dark corner of my head


And suddenly

She appeared in front of me

Beauty born of my thoughts, cigarette smoke

And drops of the red

Took my glass and started to spill it on her body

And everywhere else

In my head


She started to sing

A song I hardly knew

But unforgettable

Words I can't repeat

But I always keep in my head


My muse, my love, my life

I must not fall asleep today

So she stays until the morning with me

In my head



Photo and styling by Walkers on the Moon

Model: Sara

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