To the sound of a hang drum
We used to drink green tea,
Wishing to escape
The tedious reality.
You know I can disappear in the crowd
At the airport,
In order to check if you still remember me,
And then pull your leg.
A vanilla scenario is right -
Life has no stop words,
No rules,
So it's chaotic
And toxic in a way.
But you are so young
And tender,
A bit too independent
And inspiring -
Your feelings are definitive.
Hang drum
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2023
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