The Air, My Friend

not my photograph…

Translated…

It doesn’t matter, we can go anywhere for a picnic.

But, I’m picky: I want to go to a place with grasses of green;

With fresh air; wildflowers with no known names

An open field

Right next to the flowing streams, or by a beautiful lake, perhaps

Without the tourists interrupting us

Not too far, not too difficult to get to

No place that’s dangerous

Perhaps, a place, where we can flag down a cab, to take us to

Yeah, uh, and you’re saying that you’re, NOT specific???  And, this just shows, how demanding a relationship can be, because you will, DO everything you can, to fulfill at someone else’s requests, to NO end!!!

 

 

 

 

 

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