Walking, strolling along the avenue
Stilluettes in the dark that surrounds
Close to heart a friend of yours
To keep warm and on your feet to night
Bags are barely clinging to those few
Shoulders hurting by the weight
Mind will rid that pain away
Nothing can obid this phase
Walking, strolling alongside friends
Home from a friend's and friends again
Lamps are lively as the ghost yours
2 comments:
(: jeg elsker engelsken din.
hm.wiiiiiii i'll take that compliment^^ thank you*bowing too my tipptoes^^
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