In the cradle of dusk, where shadows play,
A ruby liquid swirls, a silent serenade.
Whispers of vineyards in the amber glow,
Tales of sunlit days, where gentle breezes flow.

Each sip a journey, through ancient lands,
Vessels of history held in gentle hands.
The earth’s embrace in each tender vine,
A dance of time, in every drop of wine.

As the moonlight kisses the ripened grape,
Dreams unfurl in velvet drapes.
A symphony of senses, rich and deep,
Echoes of laughter, where memories sleep.

In the silence, where the heart finds peace,
Wine’s gentle voice offers sweet release.
A timeless dance, where spirits intertwine,
In the hallowed halls of the soul’s divine.