The Danube was moody that night
- stormy and loud and rowdy
like a happy old drunk
we walked side by side
and counted the stars
exploding in the sky
we were young
and we were new
and the air felt like fireworks
I wore a frilly skirt
and a silly smile
you wore your dinner jacket
with your grown-up tie
and we danced to the music
across the ripple river
while Belgrade woke up
all around us
with whispers and sighs
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 4:16 PM UTC
The Danube was moody that night
- stormy and loud and rowdy
like a happy old drunk
we walked side by side
and counted the stars
exploding in the sky
we were young
and we were new
and the air felt like fireworks
I wore a frilly skirt
and a silly smile
you wore your dinner jacket
with your grown-up tie
and we danced to the music
across the ripple river
while Belgrade woke up
all around us
with whispers and sighs
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