Like summer, lying on a sofa,
Enjoying freshing rum-cocktail,
You are the window to be opened,
You are a spark to start a flame.
You are a beach, where waves are swishing,
But drawn with loud music tones.
Not an ideal to be wishing,
Not an idea to belong.
7.X.2010
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Very nice. "Not an ideal", but idealistics.
The first two lines need work it seems...
Беляева Дина 07.10.2010 19:04 • Заявить о нарушении
The first two lines need work it seems...
Беляева Дина 07.10.2010 19:04 • Заявить о нарушении