Colorchallenge - Purple Sunday Sunset

Twenty kilometers from Bourgas was a town ahead of us, a town with itself occupied - Pomorie was the town, which, with discreet dedication, kept our dangerous secret. There, somewhere near the restored, boring, parked the moped unlocked. Pomorie is our oath, almost uttered aloud. Only twenty kilometers away from Bourgas. And we were going home, under sunny laughter, and under dusty figs, walking young, in love, in transit by yards very curious. Below us, a rock thundered, a kiss of the sea and the earth. And I heard my heart syncope - I was Peyo and I was Kaliopa. Pomorie is our oath, almost uttered aloud. Only twenty kilometers away from Bourgas. Whether I was wrong, or you did not make a mistake - but still my mind is still flying. You're sleeping now, the laundry, twenty miles from the town. With the nail memory, my memory dries, my moped rusts for a long time and we have to light the car with you to go to the rock.