PragueA Poem by L.Oh darling, take me to Prague Where I know no-one but you I’m tired of these long-spun days I wash my hands of these grey damp curtains Oh darling, take me to Prague We won’t recall those dark bleak dawns We’ll let the divine saints guide our way The moon kissing blessings onto our grubby heads Oh darling, take me to Prague I would see nothing but good if I were there Not a single odd thought will cross my mind Nothing but roses under my bed tonight Oh darling, take me to Prague There would be not a soul but ours Just silence and us and the cobbles under our bare feet Our bones, they ache for Prague. © 2012 L. |
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