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For three he plays, For three he strays, For three he stays. I stayed and I was one among the nines. Arias for my Giovanni, thirty minutes for the thirsty, it was over too quickly, at the gramercy. leaving my moods in the open for a mild controversy. Cozily encased like in a womb, attached to you by an umbilical cord, no matter the type of chord, It was clear you were singing, through Mozart’s vocal cord. I was ready to swim in place with you, to be drenched in musical shower, with open skies as my shower curtain, come cleanse my soul, as my heart tugs, at your tone in nature.
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Nov 23, 2019
Nov 23, 2019 at 9:28 AM UTC
Torn by a tune
For three he plays, For three he strays, For three he stays. I stayed and I was one among the nines. Arias for my Giovanni, thirty minutes for the thirsty, it was over too quickly, at the gramercy. leaving my moods in the open for a mild controversy. Cozily encased like in a womb, attached to you by an umbilical cord, no matter the type of chord, It was clear you were singing, through Mozart’s vocal cord. I was ready to swim in place with you, to be drenched in musical shower, with open skies as my shower curtain, come cleanse my soul, as my heart tugs, at your tone in nature.
https://www.euronews.com/2019/08/30/listening-to-opera-from-a-rooftop-bathtub-czech TS. 2019.
#opera#poetry#nature
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ts-ray
M/USA
Nov 23, 2019
Nov 23, 2019 at 9:28 AM UTC
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