Mosquito Bite

My money-making ways drive me mad
I prefer the river and the stone.

You carry your dreams like a parachute
Bangkok, Thailand, a distant shore.

You tell me your troubles.
Gently they dissipate between us.

My money making ways make me sad.
You draw me to your ancient world
Bangkok, Thailand a distant shore.

Carrying your dreams, like a parachute
I close my eyes and jump.

 
Written by Bridget Sebastian on 29/05/18
© b.sebastian 2018

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