How Prague bowed to his heart :-) – a late post!

He was tired and upset with life

But had hope on me

And he stood tall and strong

For me by the bridge

His warmth brought me

Back to life πŸ™‚

As always

Prague and Kafka

Bowed in front of him

So did my heart

Stay Stay I tell myself

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