The echo of
Pianos note
That travelled sweet
Without a coat
Upon windows and walls
Cold Winter chill
Is kept deep inside
Memorys window sill.
The bird that pecks
The windows glass
While inside
The music class
Still remembered
A vibrant tune
I miss you still
My heart to swoon.
A thousand years
Or so it seems
Cramped and crowded
Within my dreams.
A silken veil
Between two worlds
The girl who never
Knew I cared.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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There is such a note of sadness and melancholy in this write Norman it sings softly in metaphor that touches the heart and calls faintly from a distant place one has been before but can not quite recall. Lovely, a bit fragile and a fave
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