The Destiny Pointed Her Finger There Poem by Djuro Stanojevic

The Destiny Pointed Her Finger There



It could happened in Venice,
it could happened somewhere on Thames,
or perhaps in Bermuda Triangle,
it could happened under the Monsoon rain,
in some flood,
in beer,
in vodka,
in tears,
but no...
I'm drowning
between her legs...

Thursday, June 7, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: flood
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