Word , they fall like
Do re me ,
They fall with
Shooting stars,
My so fa si
My hands were
Far too in love with these
Black and white keys
To slumber early
So sing with me ,
My dearest moon,
Tonight shall be a nocturne .
Sing with me ,
My dearest .
Word , they fall like
Do re me ,
They fall with
Shooting stars,
My so fa si
My hands were
Far too in love with these
Black and white keys
To slumber early
So sing with me ,
My dearest moon,
Tonight shall be a nocturne .
Sing with me ,
My dearest .
so sweet
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Thank you 😃
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most welcome dear……(miss?)what shoul I call u
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Pleasure is mine , alicyana my name 😊
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hmmmm
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Wow…. I love this post
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Thank you 😊
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I liked this.
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Thank you 😃
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I often think of a moon as an opera singer, so this poem speaks to me. 🙂
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Really. . . 😄
I’ve no idea about opera , for me moon as an lonely lover whom always longing for beloved , thank you so much for your kind comments
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Moon could be seen as lonely, but it does have it’s companion – the Earth. Well, from where I live the moon is positioned in such a way that it looks like it’s singing, open mouth, sad, wide eyes… 🙂
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That’s true , and moon always beautiful no matter from which positions we are looking 😊
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Lovely. The nocturnal aesthetic is so compelling. I like how the image is jumbled up with the concept of a musical nocturne.
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Thank you so much , I’m glad you like it 😊
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