Sunday Arrival Posted on May 18, 2020 by Lisa Rosier I left my lover girl, that busty girl, in Some Grand Place Got on a plane and just left her there Smiling, she, chasing me A happy fool, out of breath, certain she’d succeed eventually Waiting came, then Watching Her eyes half covered, like we were playing hide and seek and it was getting dark Peeking She didn’t want to lose me in the misty twilight She didn’t lose me in the misty twilight She didn’t lose me She didn’t Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related