New years residue and resolution
Resonating its way through a glass of wine
Sailing around in the absence of confetti
I got lost in her open lips
There you were on the line, at the end of my drunken dial
Cheers babe, hope to see you soon
I wonder if you think of me when you kiss her
And recall all the times you told me you loved me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem