Brewed In Holland
Brewed in Holland
Ah the land of Orange
In the land where the blond daises
Drinking in heat waves,
Sharing smiles and holding hands,
Rescuing black, dirty hearts
And then they fall apart and only pity kisses
Hold them together.
Love is brewed
And love is drunk,
In love together,
Whatever there is together
And kisses each other,
Only to kiss at Death’s feet
In those later years.
Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2014
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