As I sat in a bar full of smoke and of glass, Old mugs, and the chatter where endless talks pass, My eyes locked on a wall, filled with trinkets of old, Pre-war papers, mugs, ads, and paintings of rural homes told. [Chorus] As my mind drifted farther, away from the crowd, One detail on the wall pulled my thoughts from the cloud, In the corner, in shadows, behind glass in a frame, A black-and-white photo, and a fleeting day’s flame. Sipping my beer, I heard stories so plain, Of sickness, dull lives, and the everyday pain, But the mystery, the photo in black and in white, Wouldn’t let me focus, maybe I didn’t quite. [Chorus] As my mind drifted farther, away from the crowd, One detail on the wall pulled my thoughts from the cloud, In the corner, in shadows, behind glass in a frame, A black-and-white photo, and a fleeting day’s flame. If only I could return for just a moment’s view, A little girl with roses, in her eyes a light so true, At her feet, a black cat, so loyal and so still, Staring into my eyes, from a time frozen, yet real. As my mind drifted farther, away from the crowd, One detail on the wall pulled my thoughts from the cloud, In the corner, in shadows, behind glass in a frame, A black-and-white photo, and a fleeting day’s flame. © 2024 Michał 'rzookol' Żukowski
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