Sunday, July 25, 2021

Warsaw 1972

In a busy Warsaw cafe, they had coffee, talking, flirting
Smoking cigarettes bought from the Soviet soldiers
They smiled, living in a way that was entirely free
The state could steal hope, but we could still think
Gazed into the others eyes, with fire that smoldered
Thought in their minds, why worry while we can be
Alive together, in this moment, there'll be no others
Love can be celebrated between you and me