Bewitched

Light dancing notes all alone
Propped on a thought of who
Is tapping along the windowed avenue
Blue nights with only ghosts to answer
The telephone maps my mind to sleep
Dreams to hold her like a warm, sweet saxophone
Music plays like waves of memory on Summer's
Sighing seas~



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Written on 2022-02-08 at 02:02

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D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
I liked this, the use of metaphor 'like a warm sweet saxophone'
for example.
2022-02-08


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
the 5th line speaks the truth
the others bracket
create the enchanted
and enchanting atmosphere

there's something magical in the air
2022-02-08

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Hieron
by Chaucer Whethers