I see a river in your eyes
you said you rode
your little grey bike
down to the the castles
in Germany
you smuggled
sweet chocolate
in your brown satchel!
i can see your days
spread out across the table
like blue little eggs
precious to you
and maybe
someone else?
2 comments:
The little man from... oh, I still can't pronounce it!
How beautiful...
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