Surreal
A lyrical cello plays in the distance
Under a triangular flood of light
From a solitary street lamp
An elegy,
With the soft howling of the wind
As the cello weeps
The mist lifts, the dust rises, your shadow
Appears to dance
Fleeting shadows in the night
As you fade
Further and further away into the darkness-
Surreal
-may-
Under a triangular flood of light
From a solitary street lamp
An elegy,
With the soft howling of the wind
As the cello weeps
The mist lifts, the dust rises, your shadow
Appears to dance
Fleeting shadows in the night
As you fade
Further and further away into the darkness-
Surreal
-may-
Labels: heartmatters, thinkingoutloud
posted by may at 8:04 PM
1 Comments:
Can spot some familiarity to some works. Nostalgic like a scene from a movie. ;)
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