Йокогама

У кого-нибудь бывало такое - смотришь на картинку и по ней сама сочиняется история или стихотворение? У меня было один раз и больше, к сожалению, не повторялось. Вышел такой стишок по-английски.

Fingers sliding across white satin
And the radio softly humming
Evening breeze rolls in and the sun is setting
Skies are red over Yokohama

Cigar smoke fills the room in silence
Like a ghost of sakura petals
And she's by the window, smiling
But her smile is as cold as metal

He re-fills his glass, fingers shaking
He will be hungover tomorrow
And as something between them is breaking
They both know the love story's over.