By Vaske75 | Poetry and thoughts about life. | 10 Oct 2021
Memories
As the bath echoes down the cobblestones of wet pavements
I hear the wind making a memorable song
I used to hide you under my coat
Now I let my eyes wander the streets.
Out of my eye then a hot tear canoe
Every song always reminds me of her.
They cry sad wires, sobbing violins
Oh, ever she mentions my name.
In a tavern old with three bohemians
Now the old man's naps at the piano
I'm sitting alone at the table hugging a glass strongly
When she's gone, nothing matters.
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Poetry and thoughts about life. Hello everyone, my blog will deal with songs I have written so far and continue to write, as well as thoughts about life and the world around us.
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