one day before we were destined to embark on our final journey
promise that we will sit on deep blue rug
scarlett cushion under my head
a goblet filled of special martini
a flute of coffee irish
an open book on the swing
an ostrich feather in your hand
and
again there will be so much to say
and
nothing to tell
oh... for a minute i wish
we do not know Us so well......................

trinity aana

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