Semyon

Semyon walked home and hummed under his breath, Not knowing grief grief grief
The sea splashes in the land of magnolias
The boys are sitting on the fence
And they make me sad
Couples couples couples are dancing
The motive is familiar, even old.
And the sweet voice of the bass guitar
It disturbs my memory, so be it, so be it
And let it be...

This is me in reality, literally