We are drinking alone
(I'm so drunk, you're so pretty)
In the opposite zones
Of this frost-bitten city.
There is something you wanted to tell me.
For sure.
Still you're silent:
It's a perfect device to allure.
But it's crossed all the lines:
red and white, black and crimson... -
All the colors of vines
That hold my sadness in prison.
I'd better stay with my moan
Than with a coward (yet pretty).
Let us drink all alone
In this somnolent city!
We are drinking alone
© Copyright: Ронни Фоксова, 2018
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