How dare the nightingale sing
Filling my ears with music's poison
When all I need or want to hear
Is merely thy voice from lips of crimson
How dare the sunlight glow at dawn
Waking me up from dreams divine
Torn asunder with a frown
For not thou arms I'd surely die...
[Midnight romance just hits me sometimes...I'm not Shakespeare but I hope you enjoy; to E.P.]
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3 comments:
Nice!
going offtopic a little bit...where have you disspeared? no pictures...no poetry...no songs...nothing. Qu'est-ce qui se passe? :) excuse my french, it's very rusty.
Well...the inspiration wasn't there...promise to write something new as soon as possible...
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