"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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