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Sunday, June 22, 2014


Blue Sonata

Yesterday is a dream that pass by the night
The solace of enigma finally has unraveled
And this heart hid by trees, not to appear,
For thine eyes is with belle of gems at lore.
Seeds of meandering over the valleys---
Fall to the soil that fluorish in years,
Clear as the skies as the clouds darken,
Go, she's there, for mirror of love evaded.
The blackbirds chirped by the moon,
Why does eyes misty and alone---
Away for awhile for the gashes deep
To forget the memories in the sleep.
The belle is the apple of thine eyes,
Tis true but the cliff is high and deep
The darkness ensue with blue sonata
As rhythms, hollow and slow as diva!
All Rights Reserved By Cynthia Abegail

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