Feel the warmth sunsetting behind the pinkish clouds
As evening falls into deep blueish purple dusk
Music playing, a gig for free, singing out loud
The notes drift up, his voice drones lowly busking
Cool breeze blows back and forth slowly wafting
Scents of cuisines from countries never seen
I breathe them in and dream of beaches gleaming
Of mountains snowcapped, of ancient cities sleeping
Waiting for my footsteps.
Feel the warmth sunsetting behind the pinkish clouds
As evening falls into deep blueish purple dusk
Music playing, a gig for free, singing out loud
The notes drift up, his voice drones lowly busking
Cool breeze blows back and forth slowly wafting
Scents of cuisines from countries never seen
I breathe them in and dream of beaches gleaming
Of mountains snowcapped, of ancient cities sleeping
Waiting for my footsteps.
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Shelley lives 🤗🤗🤗
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