The sun ablazing
Unreal, but the heat
Arising from the earth
Burns
The bluest night
Of the cafe
Lingers til dawn
Inviting
Rolling stars
Upon the midnight
Blanket, the skies
Alive
The cypress trees
And crescent moon
Sick and tortured
Menacing
Irises dancing
In the wind
Lightness of being
Joy
Wound wrapped up
Pain, borne of rejection
Consumed by his art
The artist, forlorn
Le soleil brille,
Et la chaleur
montant de la terre
Brûlures
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Written for the Magpie Tales
2 commentaires:
So lovely. Good one, Nino!
Aunty Ninot,
I only remember the song....starry starry night...paint the palette blue and grey.... har har har *evil laughs*
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