Beneath the blue,
Between blooms: a breath.
She begins to believe
Like before,
Every wish fell out of the sky,
Star hot
Like angels,
And left her
In a golden smile moment,
It is as if true love could follow.
(Fridge poems) 11.01.2019
The ice bergs rattle And the glasses chink, And the party's swinging And I'm on the brink, All along, in the old cold throng, Bangin...
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