A girl enchanted, She stands, silently looking into the veiled evening.
The purple moon floats in the sky, inspiring courage.
The street corner, dimly lit,
her face shines in it.
The eyes, so pretty and piercing; wait longingly, tenderly...
The evening mist gently glides by(serenading in a way),
as if it were singing and dancing to a tune played by the skies.
He lifts his hat and tosses it in the air,
and throws open his golden locks;
Just as the sun peeks out of the clouds,
with a brilliance so shattering!
He stands. Tall.
He stands. Confident.
He stands, his walloping heart...beating.
(a mystical radiance, an obvious mindlessness, a necessary oblivion)
and they embrace.
Ah! desirous life,
a few more fall prey!
The purple moon floats in the sky, inspiring courage.
The street corner, dimly lit,
her face shines in it.
The eyes, so pretty and piercing; wait longingly, tenderly...
The evening mist gently glides by(serenading in a way),
as if it were singing and dancing to a tune played by the skies.
He comes riding atop his black stallion,
shining in his resplendent cloak. He lifts his hat and tosses it in the air,
and throws open his golden locks;
Just as the sun peeks out of the clouds,
with a brilliance so shattering!
He stands. Tall.
He stands. Confident.
He stands, his walloping heart...beating.
A quiet background for his outwardly flamboyance,
She looks with a look made of all sweet accord.(a mystical radiance, an obvious mindlessness, a necessary oblivion)
and they embrace.
Ah! desirous life,
a few more fall prey!
Note: Painting by Daniel Schwartz.
Source: http://todaysinspiration.blogspot.com/2008/03/tom-watson-continues-his-look-at.html
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On a really dark hour of the night,
He reads in a room with dim light,
Waiting for the twist in the story,
Hoping that there would be some allegory,
He wonders if he just read a sweet tale with a happy end,
Or is it just a joke she loves to extend!
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