So I wrote that on my way home from black sea, because we were on the bus for 30+ hours and it was very boring.
Palm trees and mountains,
Leisure all day,
Storm on the sea,
And nice queit bay.
Dances and parties,
Wine, chacha, beer,
Rocks on the beach,
That became very dear.
All days are similar,
Still never the same,
Breakfast, sea, tanning,
Dinner, card game.
Walking the city,
Back to the sea,
Supper, then phone call,
He is waiting for me.
Going to bars,
Talking, kissing, cocktails,
Then to the beach,
To watch stars, sea and sails.
Swimming at night,
Then trying to dry,
Looking at him -
What a great guy!
Out till early,
Almost all stars are gone,
When we go to bed,
Just to rise with the sun.
Starting all over,
With a new day,
I love down south,
What else can I say?
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