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Duende
swirling colours in
the dead of day
as fingers of shadow
creep and play
perfect staccato
with every beat
in graceful form of
bitter and sweet
rolling thunder
kisses summer rain
gushing once more
with each refrain
fingers hover before
a gentle brush
as anticipation is now
a drip of blush
quill exudes its
quaint locution
stains the vellum
like an execution
Fred swings his taps
round and round
picks up Ginger
from off the ground
of those things one
cannot divide
to each other
they remain tied
the dead of day
as fingers of shadow
creep and play
perfect staccato
with every beat
in graceful form of
bitter and sweet
rolling thunder
kisses summer rain
gushing once more
with each refrain
fingers hover before
a gentle brush
as anticipation is now
a drip of blush
quill exudes its
quaint locution
stains the vellum
like an execution
Fred swings his taps
round and round
picks up Ginger
from off the ground
of those things one
cannot divide
to each other
they remain tied
Published 10th May 2021
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10th May 2021 5:34pm
10th May 2021 5:41pm
11th May 2021 1:50am
My grandmother has Fred and Ginger movies playing on repeat in her room. Damn the picture made me smile and the work is good. I like this,
11th May 2021 2:03am
Hey, that’s awesome man. Thanks for the comment and the add to your reading list. Glad it made you smile. 🙂
11th May 2021 3:34am
11th May 2021 10:26pm
