A beautiful songA Poem by Island Hippyhe sat, giddy and nervous in a small room painted duck egg blue his knee bouncing driving her nuts she can't have been more than 21, maybe... but she emanated this comforting warmth that set me at ease I lay there quietly while he talked and talked knee still bouncing I put out a hand to still him then quiet... a smile and nod she spoke very good English littered with island slang and then the room filled with the most beautiful beating sound...badum, badum then laughter, his nervous laughter, my watery smile hands interlocked, and eyes fixed upon a tiny bean singing a beautiful song. © 2017 Island HippyReviews
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