Gabriela Duricova

Rookie - 63 Points [The Darkened Bride] (22.5.1984 / Bratislava)

Blackberry Rain

Your hands I find amid blackberry rain
Ever they wander from bitter to sweet
What if we really were destined to meet
When buying tickets on runaway train?

Your lips are mild just like soft ripened peach
Seducing my sad eyes of child forlorn
Day after day our love shall be reborn
You say; but good tends to get out of reach...

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