On a December night,
Over the Hills of Virginia
Under the sound of rain drops;
My tires were dancing a piece of Tango
High beams were shooting pictures
And scenes;
While the wipers were coyly
Waving at the crowd…
I wanted to go the extra mile
To disclose my path’s print
To cross the age of mint,
For so long I’ve been waiting
I’ve been fetching for my stolen
Laughter…
And the sigh that comes after.
Lucky you, I am saving your file
The vibes of the Tango
Were alluring me to track the moves
All way down to Latin America
Before meeting the next curve
‘Coz I missed my laughter,
And the sigh that comes after.
As the night fades away
I swung to a strawberry farm
Covered myself with the scent of a wild mango
Expecting her to arise with the coming day
’Coz she once wrote a symphony
And yet, she’s not the performer!
Good night Virginia
The circuit ends here
The tank is getting drained
And my trip competes with the trees still
What to refill?
Your need or your wish?
Huh, you wish!
K-man (Charlotte)
Amelies French Bakery
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