I have been there
A paradisiacal spring
Abloom of my senses
Affaire du cœur
She wandered inside
tiptoeing her way
Striding even
inside my garden of eden
Just the once for a month or so
weightless inertia
took over our souls
but we were there
To replicate is impossible
Our waters they rippled
We got drunk at the inn of love
We got severely tippled
Martyn Grindrod
Jan 3, 2021
Jan 3, 2021 at 5:17 AM UTC
I have been there
A paradisiacal spring
Abloom of my senses
Affaire du cœur
She wandered inside
tiptoeing her way
Striding even
inside my garden of eden
Just the once for a month or so
weightless inertia
took over our souls
but we were there
To replicate is impossible
Our waters they rippled
We got drunk at the inn of love
We got severely tippled
Martyn Grindrod
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