Imagine a Life of You and I
Everlasting Strawberry Summers
Sneezing at pink blossoms
Sharing stories like no tomorrow of soft rye, work and adventure
Morning coffees on rain fell weekends
Late night brews and chats
Train rides across the city
Napping in front of moving pictures
The heart yearns for The silhouette of my dreams and likewise the mind is occupied
yet Life is such a stoic existence that the only way is to
Swallow that bittersweet feeling and call it living
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