Saturday, April 4, 2009
Lonely Is The Color You
Close at hand, I'm trapped between his vagabond fingers. The noise of Closing Time piano is distant and deep and somberly lingers. I hear it. I fear it. My thoughts have tried to hide in a lost and found of dirty sounds and today the tune is new. I listen to a lonesome Sunday blues haunting me with the color of you.
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Wow that is beautiful! It invokes such intense mental imagery...I am impressed thoroughly
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