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Echoes of the winds
Echoes of the winds
Lyrics to your song
are forgotten for long,
yet when the wind whispers,
it chimes in B-minor –
the key of your sitar.
Hung on the melancholy, midnight blue,
the insomniac moon
minds my jejune quill –
stories sunken in the quicksand
of time are reborn;
the brightest pair of Orion –
the onyx of your eyes –
sheds cascades of scintillating silver,
floods my roof;
your name flows
in my bloodstream once more
By nutbuster
Lyrics to your song
are forgotten for long,
yet when the wind whispers,
it chimes in B-minor –
the key of your sitar.
Hung on the melancholy, midnight blue,
the insomniac moon
minds my jejune quill –
stories sunken in the quicksand
of time are reborn;
the brightest pair of Orion –
the onyx of your eyes –
sheds cascades of scintillating silver,
floods my roof;
your name flows
in my bloodstream once more
By nutbuster
Published 6th Jan 2019
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6th Jan 2019 3:22pm
What a soft poetic melody, it reminds me of flowers blooming in a field of Heather, right before rainfall
6th Jan 2019 4:37pm
Really great piece! Phenomenally written stunning imagery and so much depth i love it!👏
