You’re surfing from
The bathroom to the ibrik,
Your lovely gauze gown
Floating in my mind,
What should I do for you to find your pretty self
Here and never go?
Do you remember those two fooling about?
Those two of us breaking all away,
The pixels at the picture will not show
The way we were under the sky…
You’re surfing from
The bathroom to the kitchen,
That vivid picture floating in my mind,
Why did you go?
And what can bring you back
To me and keep you here?
Fly Flу
© Copyright: Пол Фил, 2011
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