A misty blues…
I will put on my shoes
To walk out all alone
To find you that one,
Whom I search for so long.
A misty blues…
I am in blues
On these misty streets.
Where are you that one,
Whom I need?
A misty blues…
Please find the fuse
On that other end:
My igniter
Will soon blend.
A misty blues…
Come up that one whom I choose.
God, please bring him back,
Sweet and tender,
A goneby pretender…
A misty blues
© Copyright: Ирина Гончарова1, 2005
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