O THE DANCE OF THE DRUNKEN YOUNG inspired by editormum
Under the stars we danced the polka... Drunkenly laughing with an air of vodka Kissing each other; playing under the crescent moon The Lovers come to standstill as they looked to the sky and stared Flying by whas a comet-like shooting star We turned to eachother, Alcohol on our breathes As we leaned... Sign in to see full entry.