The Piano Plays..A Poem by Cranky Old BearHe draws a breath of silk.. Mid a crinkled surface
Whilst his blanket...Remains his famous creature....
Whilst he absorbs slowly...The pear shaped drops...
One ~ ~ And two..three..four.. The piano plays.. © 2008 Cranky Old Bear |
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