IVORY FINGERS

gypsy notes

a vagabond song

refreshing, like spring rain,

the fragrance rising

from warm roads

a moment alive

sounds from angels

a familiar language

fluid and flowing

a joyful expression

breaking within the air

circling like mighty winds

striking solidly

a message

completed

 

 

 


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