Friday, October 18, 2024

Mystic Road: Poem

 "Mystic Road:" Poem

Shy love is blushing

I guess, I am crushing.

I want to rock your gypsy soul

Before I will get old.

Together we will flow

Before the wind would blow.

It is not odd,

To go down the mystic road.


The way you hold me tight

It felt all so right

I do not want my knight

Disappear in the dark night.

It is not odd

To go down the mystic road.

Tomshinsky@2024



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