What Happens in Bermuda Triangle
Pack life into a few lines with me.
The Milky Way is spilling down
or whatever your dream direction is
Create
"Сочи", - is all I think of
at my fireplace
Once outside I sigh
a taken breath...
of Crestone
Fire is hot and
the children are laughing
So why is it cold
in my soul
Own thoughts
keeping me down
while life goes on
There's nothing
more magical
than a woman's heart
There are places
I'd visit again
But with you -
anywhere
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