Walking On Khreshchatyk Prospekt (or the day I proposed)
By ecologist
the street broad, wide empty except for walkers blithely crossing, watching the statues the musicians you, standing there beside me your hair softly tossed by the breeze I fall, fly back to this moment in my mind wishing to hold you again feel your arms about me while the suns sets into your eyes turning sliver-blue the gentle soft curve of your body hangs in the light revealing teasing tempting my thoughts, again just now like then Written December 29th, 2001 © on Dec 29 2001 11:05 AM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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