ONE OF THOSE DAYS
A tragic day, in the powerful place where the poet lives.
A hopeless pen today.
Said pen haranguing everything, sometimes.
When the hat of passion fits.
So all the world can visualise.
That's what she wants you see.
And she sits there with her head in hands.
Suddenly out of nowhere she finds her mouth *****
She slides on that harmonica.
A musical work of art.
But,today she cannot play.
(C) Livvi
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 6:39 AM UTC
ONE OF THOSE DAYS
A tragic day, in the powerful place where the poet lives.
A hopeless pen today.
Said pen haranguing everything, sometimes.
When the hat of passion fits.
So all the world can visualise.
That's what she wants you see.
And she sits there with her head in hands.
Suddenly out of nowhere she finds her mouth *****
She slides on that harmonica.
A musical work of art.
But,today she cannot play.
(C) Livvi
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