Belgrade Nights by Raymond A. Foss
a cup of dark thick amber slides down my throat rich walnut brandy home made cure sure to give a smile to wry lips a laugh walk through familiar streets old city, city of night dark past, sudden color sound, light of the discothèque movement of the senses to a different beat moving through us under the repartee the easy musings reconnected in the dim smoke rich night the Sava draws us to her bank stroll by her shore in and out of shadows coffee, thick night hidden wonders of your home, your center Beograd, oh Beograd find me a way home
July 25, 2006 12:28am
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