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I don't know if I am safer
I don't know if I am in danger
Me to know you, I am more eager
You are not a crowd pleaser
With you I have pleasure
Though you are still a stranger
Your conversations, I feel like a teenager
With you I feel less strange
I see you more weird
Your conversations, I feel more wiser
You are older, I am younger
Such an accommodater
Such a leader
Such a teacher
Such an entertainer
A doer not a preacher
But a lover not a fighter
Its so strange
 Dec 2019 Sendra Ochieng
Sydney V
There is a melody that sings,
of a dream lost in time, with music
that fits the space  
that can’t be filled.
She is as real to you,  
as the wood in your hands
and at night, beyond the timbre of your guitar  
that murmurs melodies about a world
too many understand.
What once was elegant boulevards
in Madrid, are now  
a melodic strain  
of fleeting moments, trapped  
in colorless discontent.
This is an attempt at ekphrastic poetry, which I based of the X-ray version of 'The Old Guitarist" by Pablo Picasso. I highly suggest looking up this image, as it speaks differently than the one that is commonly known, and it may make the poem easier to understand.

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