The Accordion
In the narrow streets he playsLa Vie en Rose
on the accordion
to lovers who cannot
disguise their tears
and broken hearts.
They sit at tables
staring into wine,
waiting for the other
to speak the words
they rather would not hear.
Le garçon watches with
impervious eye,
he has seen it all before,
in a city for lovers
words fall so false,
daydreams are broken
to the strains of
La Vie en Rose.
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2014-01-22 at 19:58
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