I remember the rivers
Of champagne as
The way you lit up my life
We stole
Eachother hearts
Under scarlet palaces
Just to burn as matches
In a lovely
Full moon night
Our fire was destined
To turn off
Under my eyes
Just a pale fire
That was just enough strong
To light me a blue Winston
As you did.
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Thoughts of a poet
PoetryHo viaggiato per la mente d'un poeta, esplorando e condensando quelli che sono i pensieri più reconditi e profondi. Questi sono "i pensieri di un' poeta" I've travelled into the mind of a poet, exploring and realising those that are his most profo...
