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"halfstep" poems
the floating liquid pearls from the Moon clouds-- and-- the smell of Sunday. the window, a shield from the rain yet I Feel it in me as I drip out--Drop, by drop. through a cord, Chopin walks into my ears and sits-- never begins but has been playing, as droplets become piano keys. far away, a chime Echoes from a spiderweb of iron, under a velvet sky full of ghosts. little golden moons line the shops, and their moonlight blends into the fallen water, and paints the Street with an aroma of rose. the dull click of shoes on cobblestone crescendos to where I linger-- i turn, and he takes me by the hand. each step, a note-- we move with the Rain. composing a piece already written, already played. in joins the rose, and the watercolor moons-- two fragments of stars dancing underneath the rest. but I slip; fade, a halfstep removed, and like the cobweb clouds outside my window, my mind rolls on.
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Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 10:47 PM UTC
linguinitoast
Chopin Nocturne on a Rainy Day
the floating liquid pearls from the Moon clouds-- and-- the smell of Sunday. the window, a shield from the rain yet I Feel it in me as I drip out--Drop, by drop. through a cord, Chopin walks into my ears and sits-- never begins but has been playing, as droplets become piano keys. far away, a chime Echoes from a spiderweb of iron, under a velvet sky full of ghosts. little golden moons line the shops, and their moonlight blends into the fallen water, and paints the Street with an aroma of rose. the dull click of shoes on cobblestone crescendos to where I linger-- i turn, and he takes me by the hand. each step, a note-- we move with the Rain. composing a piece already written, already played. in joins the rose, and the watercolor moons-- two fragments of stars dancing underneath the rest. but I slip; fade, a halfstep removed, and like the cobweb clouds outside my window, my mind rolls on.
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