Crumbly Apple Pie with Quince Wine
<p>You picked me up at the train station with a red rosebud.<br />
I was arriving from Schönefeld airport with my carry-on bag.<br />
I was a bit angry because you were late, I decided to forgive you.<br />
Since we haven’t met since Copenhagen, where a few months before we were on a date,<br />
I was longing for your voice, your touch, and your embrace.<br />
We had plans to visit Berlin, Potsdam, the streets, and the Brandenburg Gate.<br />
All I remember was grapeseed oil massage, <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sanssouci" rel="noopener ugc nofollow" target="_blank">Sanssoucis Palace</a> visited twice,<br />
How divine were the evenings, with the breeze through the window open ajar?</p>
<p>Despite the heat of summer through concrete fuming hot,<br />
We once took a boat trip with our Indian friend after a Starbucks espresso shot.</p>
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