A rhythmic motion
Like a ship upon the ocean
Your legs swung
But to me no joy brung.
You spoke in a foreign tongue.
No songs where sung.
You where young
Eighteen or twenty
Our hearts they where empty.
Yes you where young,
Your feet in heels swung .
I see them swinging still
I have had my fill
Of desert beds and swinging legs.
Love to me is dead.

Many thanks for the re-blog Viv, which is very much appreciated. Kind regards. Kevin
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Always a pleasure, Kevin! @v@ ❤
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