In A Nutshell
(Her Oddity II)
We whisper in perfect harmony
A moment of pure bliss
I,a nifty poet
And she,my naive muse
And she,my naive muse
So naive that she would
Play hide and seek with stars under the moonlit sky
And wear wild flowers on her dark hair
Croon along with the birds at the dawn
And play with pregnant grapes with care
Play hide and seek with stars under the moonlit sky
And wear wild flowers on her dark hair
Croon along with the birds at the dawn
And play with pregnant grapes with care
And there was I
Rhyming about her grace
About her never ending moonshine
And her nudges and caress
Rhyming about her grace
About her never ending moonshine
And her nudges and caress
She had eyes of opals
And a body of a nymphet
Heart of a child
And wit of a fool
And a body of a nymphet
Heart of a child
And wit of a fool
Soon the boulevard we were on
Opened into narrow dark alleys of dusty bricks
A silhouette above our heads
And she started to feel sick
Opened into narrow dark alleys of dusty bricks
A silhouette above our heads
And she started to feel sick
I touched her temple gently
She had a fever
It was a cold Decemberian evening
Of chill breeze,I saw her shiver
She had a fever
It was a cold Decemberian evening
Of chill breeze,I saw her shiver
She fell asleep in the cradle of my arms
And the place caught fire
She never woke up again
And the dark clouds flew her higher
And the place caught fire
She never woke up again
And the dark clouds flew her higher
Without the last kiss on her lips
Without one last farewell
She took my heart away with her
All I'm left with is vivid memories of her in a nutshell
Without one last farewell
She took my heart away with her
All I'm left with is vivid memories of her in a nutshell
Her Oddity I : http://www.nicheofmine.blogspot.com/2014/06/her-oddity.html?m=1
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