When Evening Comes
Let us pretend that we are still alive
Who cares anyway, if I would walk
Down to the shore, along the shady drive
To watch the sunset, hear the seagulls croak
Why I was born a human, dear angel?
It is the only question I repeat
When evening comes, I cannot be this stranger
A stranger to the waters you can lit.
Copyright © Gregory Colodub | Year Posted 2024
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