Monday, 29 April 2013

European Dream

European Dream

Europe's body's smell
Is yours.

I travel all around.

I float through Bruges; I swig through Brussels.

But just like, in Amsterdam, they infused the food with lavender;

So my days and my trip are infused by you.

And when I see a smile I think of you
And the whole of Holland smells like you
And when I'm sad sometimes I sink like you
And, in the morning, when I wake up,
I've dreamed of


You really are my

European dream.

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