In a coffee shop, in a corner
I sit and sip
My coffee and I am smiling
But in my soul I weep.
Sweet cannabis fumes,
They make me think
About all years gone
Like water in a sink.
White delicate china,
Like you, my dove,
Is slightly stained.
And what happened to our love?
It’s time to fly home,
Or go to hell.
It will be equally lonely
As we both know too well.
Amsterdam
© Copyright: Сергей Владимирович Соловьев, 2009
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