There's music -
Jazz and blues under my skin.
I wait for you,
In my hand
There's a glass of gin.
And my mood doesn't change if I take a sip,
But it's your mysterious look
That pulls me in so deep
And I find myself in ruin
After having met you.
Why is it so hard
For me to forget you?
A glass of gin
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2023
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