The sunset pianoA Poem by SleeplessVolcano"One of those perfect moments"
I bled a song for you
when the sunset cried last night it tasted like a strawberry daiquiri it smelled like fresh cut watermelon it whispered, like Cupid, just before he let go of another love-tainted arrow. Pity I did not see you behind me nor did I recognize the touch of your warming hands - I thought it was the last dying rays of sunlight. All my clouds turned pomegranate red my blushing karma stealing the memory of that moment and then my song found you. © 2016 SleeplessVolcanoReviews
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StatsAuthorSleeplessVolcanoAbout"In the end there doesn't have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who wants to". Robert Brault Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life. ~ Pablo Pica.. more..Writing
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