In the park
sits the Man
with his box
in his hand
The Woman
draped gracefully
next to him
Frail they may be
his fingers
sing three
Of the songs
from within
his heart.
The Woman wriggles
and dances
and calls out with glee
To the passers
she says
"Have you heard such a thing?"
The Man hears
her sighs
with a gleam
in his eyes
He plays
his three songs
for She.
Aug 24, 2012
Aug 24, 2012 at 10:35 PM UTC
In the park
sits the Man
with his box
in his hand
The Woman
draped gracefully
next to him
Frail they may be
his fingers
sing three
Of the songs
from within
his heart.
The Woman wriggles
and dances
and calls out with glee
To the passers
she says
"Have you heard such a thing?"
The Man hears
her sighs
with a gleam
in his eyes
He plays
his three songs
for She.
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