A balladier sings a tune Of papillons and coloured loons Seraphic suns,cherubic moons Romances with poetic wounds Silence,like a poultice,heals That which was assumed as real That which,later,was revealed As wind that only treetops feel As a novel one is part way through It is not known the chosen hue Orange,yellow,cerise or blue That kismet will soon cater to Perhaps one yet to be seen Beige,maroon,purple,green In the corner of an undreamdt dream In a monarchy without it's queen Lines a poem's written on Music composed for a song A picture that has yet to be drawn With colors that are nev...
More..Ed Ehren
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