In a night like this...

Long baths, filled with bubbles smeeling of foreign lands and dark men.

A glass of wine by the side, buble in the background...

A play in the water,no rubber ducks involve .

And blissful silence.

Of dreamy nights and sequels in writing, of friendships that form right here, and of joy.

Nights are made to be remenbered like this, when you first conceive a child.

Of hope of a better day, of bylongs dreams and of something else.

Of existing even when all you want is surrender.

Of faith, of despair ,of life and death.

Of kisses stolen in the night ,of sounds.

This is my long list, and not just a list ...

The End

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