I had met a girl

I had met a girl on a hill top,

In a crooked house,

On a sea-view street.

Velvety days followed and passed by,

In the crooked house where I dreamt of booze,

Knowing life was tough.

I had met of girl made of copper,

Of cherry pies, of rain droplets,

We have had a talk.

Silence, like underwater and goodnight tea,

We shared a vision, a past, an idea.

Now and then when I remember,

The day that I left, a plunge of the heart,

A hassle of soul,

What was to be done,

With the thought of her,

And the sea-view street,

And the crooked house?





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