Saturday, August 24, 2013

Like a Chris de Burgh, like a song, like a flow,

Like a Chris de Burgh,
Like a song,
The party moved on,
And me thought
me saw her
my river
Rippling flowing
Cool
Amidst the crowd,

Like a Chris de Burgh,
Like a song,
The party moved on,
For long,
And me found,
How happy faces came and greeted each other like fate,
How happy hands with happy hands met,

And
A river
Rippling flowing
me saw
In dream
Moving unnoticed...

Much like that song,
Chris de Burgh sang...

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