I’m tired of having a rest.
I miss you each day even more.
In this hotel, cold, huge, empty bed
From this horrible sunshine I’m sore.
Red sea there sings in the distance
Some murmuring soft lullaby,
The air is filled with smell of Hibiscus
And sweet subtle fragrance of Turkish delight.
And palms there are, palm trees in a row,
The grass on the lawn is green.
And the wind brings the message as it keeps steady blowing:
There in Moscow he shares your spleen.
2004 Hurghada
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