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We were

We were caught, 

In the garden of sin, 

You and I, 

Did you see,  

The lion,. 

In the streets of New York, 

See he can tell you, 

A tale, 

And so can I, 

We can sit on the rooftops, 

Until 4am, 

And drink coffee,  

At out favourite haunts, 

Did you see the lion, 

Did he tell you, 

My secrets, 

Did you listen 

Carefully at first, 

Sip a cocktail and think of me, 

The wind whispers, 

Our names on the breeze...... 

And you lie, 

In suburbia, 

Safe with her, 

But let your soul be free... 

In the garden of sin with me.. 

◄ Runaway Dreams

Hazy Days ►

Comments

Nicola Beckett

Mon 28th May 2018 20:20

Thanks Martin x nice of you to say so

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Martin Elder

Sun 27th May 2018 15:15

Love this poem Nicola. It is really quite evocative
Nice one

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