23 days n 23 hours later i saw the going of my moody blues
1 word reverberating in my head-holiday!!
i'll carry my wallet, my gloves, and my trekking shoes
i'll fly with you to wherever you say
i'll come and watch the beckoning grey sea
i'll sink my toes in the grainy soft sand
i'll let the breeze caress and waft past me
i'll watch the crimsoned horizon from the edge of the land.
i'll hike with you to a snow-capped mountain
& not care about the lack of electricity
you and me, we'll dine under a luminous lantern
& forget all about modernization and life in the city
i'll travel the world or just its half
roam the streets of Spain, Luxembourg and Italy[!!!!]
be drunk on happiness,chatter and like children laugh
& not care of being childish or silly
ill come with you to wherever you say
from the cliff to the sea we'll plummet
ill come with you on a holiday
we'll watch angel voiced street performers with his flute and clarinet
ill come with you to wherever you say
ill come with you on a holiday
ill come with you to wherever you say
ill come with you on a holiday
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
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