You didn't understand my jokes
But you have seen my ideals,
Then we've been roaming the streets,
Suddenly the Moon would fall
From the sky
To talk to us
With its clumsy rays
And we started telling the truth.
Enjoyable
And sentimental,
A talk was vague,
Sober yet delirious
And we could have made so many mistakes
Up to the sunrise
When our happy souls
Would dance
On the Left river bank
With souls glued to each other
But not a single handshake.
Humorous was the way
I would dress you up in poems
And recall that conversation.
Humour
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