It was a Tuesday, a spring day
Early in the morning or late at night,
Depending on how you look at it,
Whether you go to bed early or stay up late.
It's a beautiful day outside, the red light of dusk
Illuminates the last moments of the house
And in the living room the shadows dance
On the walls.
The light fades and the hours pass,
Suddenly a few notes of music
Had an intoxicating fragrance in my ears,
The echo of an instrument you never heard,
The magic of a moment that stops time and
Runs through my mind without being able to name it.
Then blue stars flood my eyes
That blinds me like love,
I wonder and will always wonder,
Why? I fell that day.
Why? I fell for you.
About the Creator
Tony herlin
A dreamer who neither speaks nor writes English, a difficult but highly instructive exercise. (Please accept my apologies for any inconvenience caused).
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