I am the Queen of the Brilliant Isles
You’re the best within hundreds of miles
The distance so great making us only closer
You’re the king of guitar and the verses
Phone-calls and letters, e-mails – how I hate it!
Short message system, web-cam? Yeah, connected!
Damned modern world with its fucking advances
All I want now is your touch, not your answers.
Dark is the night, and so deep are the dreams
Running through forests and fields and cool streams
Hands are not shaking; I’m not afraid
Calm and collected. I will not regret.
2 him it may concern
© Copyright: Анна Гри, 2006
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