Cool light

 

You change

simply

into cool light

In a small green suitcase

I have placed my dreams.

 

The sun pulls me to you

Why have you stopped pretending to be a town?

We can only talk in whispers

While we look out the window of regret.

 

I love your italic face

But the hour of our youth has departed

I know its late in the day

Now the sun has escaped from me.

 

But people appeared not to notice

It was all very British.

 

 

 

 

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