Mélomanie

It slips off me, Like velvety moss drip. I open my eyes To take in the sun. In my ear, something rings, With disheveled hair Turning to the side, My divine masculine sits. Engrossed in tones and keys, He plays a melody On a fair maiden beauty With his mind’s eye, he sees Lands elusiveContinue reading “Mélomanie”

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