Blues for Melody

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The crying began at the late of night a whimper of soothing caress moving across the darkened moon locks of delusion wrapped in a tress, heart beat skips at each coming call her voice a whispering blues breath and tears wash over me filling my...

The crying began at the late of night

a whimper of soothing caress

moving across the darkened moon

locks of delusion wrapped in a tress,

my heart would ache at the late night calls

her voice a whispering blues

breath and tears wash over me

filling my dream with moonlight hues,

then one day the wall seeps blood

and all that come are shocked

for the body of a child

was instilled within its lock,

folded neatly in a corner

with her head looking to the sun

I swear her lips were smiling

as if looking to me for fun;

the house now fallen to ruin

and I have been moving on

but somewhere deep inside of me

I can still hear her blue song.

 

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