you take your glass of red wineand sit on one of the chairs in one corner
friends surround you
as though you are a port and they are docking boats
the laughter begins and continues
till nighttime till one
the glasses of wine take you to places
of memories
the conversations about the lives of other people
their misfortunes and sometimes successes
no one wants to leave
neither can all you keep on staying
till the wee hours of dusk
until the minds becomes groggy and restless
until you realize that peace has become elusive
you become part of the unforgiving crowd
amidst the words and sentences
you are one of those colons
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