There’s quite a few by now
And quite a few
Of them
Are mine
Thin meandering lines
Carefully chiseled
Right around her eyes
Regrets I have
So many by now
And still…
Still she says
She’s mine
Inspired by: Still Magic, Peter Skellern, 1980
Er zijn er
Nogal wat
En nogal wat
Komen door mij
Dunne meanderende lijnen
Voorzichtig gebeiteld
Rond haar ogen
Spijt
Loert altijd om de hoek
En toch…
Toch zegt ze
Dat ze nog steeds geen ander zoekt
Hey DB,
A multifaceted melody playfully penned for page or piano presented here purely for pleasure. Ours. Most enjoyable lines. Thank you DB.
Still amusing the Muse I see.
The Muse who amuses the Heart of thee.
Still loving the Muse you see.
The Muse who amuses the Muse in thee.
Still loving the Muse I see in thee.
The Muse amusing your melody.
~
Namaste
DN
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Much obliged, thank you!
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Nice post!
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Thank you!
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No problem!
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Super mooi!
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super bedankt!
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