You and I. We could cruise that Boulevard
Right into infinite blue sea.
You and I. We believe in art,
How many dirty Louvres have you seen?
In this dark suburbia past
With pretty kids and street’s crimson cast.
And I’m gasping of LA
Burning air’s flames,
and Air’s divine,
By sitting here, in old wood’s bonfire shine.
I’m here, in a cabin, with only wooden floor,
I’m here, waiting you to call.
After all these miles away, and MPH by your way,
There’s still hope in my little home,
For you It’s always open, even if I’m gone.
louvres
© Copyright: Данил Васильченко, 2020
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