Today I woke up to a sunny morning,
a landscape of blossoming trees,
and the blue blue sky.
Today my heart woke to a blurry warning,
an impressionist sunset,
painted with a violet lie.
This one is prelude to my earlier published piece Tango.
a landscape of blossoming trees,
and the blue blue sky.
Today my heart woke to a blurry warning,
an impressionist sunset,
painted with a violet lie.
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P.S: Can poems have preludes? I would like to believe so.
This one is prelude to my earlier published piece Tango.
