The loneliness
In vibrant form
Reaches from
The bright dancehall
The cognac
Coloured grace
Warms the heart
But clouds the face.
Moulin Rouge
Colours bind
The gaiety
Behind each smile
Its rebel form
Its curving lines
The lone figure
Alcohol to find.
Into a dream
That lives alone
Bohemian
Without a home
Where hours melt
In oily lamps
The artists eye
Its tears felt.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments2
Good write N.
Thanks for reading its always very much appreciated
The false painted mask of society feigned gaiety covers a drunken sad lonely face. Nicely written and a fave
most kind, as always much appreciated
You are most welcome
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