While there I browse to my distraction, pure fascination, quarry of information. A nightingale sang in Indigo Square on this highway to nowhere. And the world looks rosy, excepting this life of mine.
Princess seeks unique entertainment.
Some wicked joke I had been sent. As the liqueur bathes my torso. And the world looks rosy, excepting this life of mine. On a rainy night in Tblisi, my mind's in turmoil - thoughts not easy. From the shadows I glimpse my princess.