Forever twenty-one you'll stay,
Or more exactly - twenty.
There could be so many places on your way;
I wonder what you'd have to say.
I bet you'd like misty September dusk,
And all these smaller music shops;
The waterfront and harbour where ships park,
And vinyl plates hung on the wall;
And mighty waterfall where heart would almost stop.
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Poetic Études
PoetryA collection of short poems, sometimes free verse, written anywhere and anytime when I found inspiration in nature, weather, places and smells.