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"So long, Marianne,"
Uttered your lips,
Was it a whisper?
Your arms clothing me,
From night's cold air,
And into your warmth,
Four,
Three,
Two,
One,
Then we both let go.
"So long, Marianne,"
She was Cohen's muse,
In a lonely poem,
A melody,
And a lullaby,
Of a love he dreamed,
Cried,
Laughed,
Cried,
Laughed,
About it again.
"So long, Marianne,"
Echoed in the wind,
Through t...
Tuesday 27th March 2018 4:38 pm
What am I?
I come suddenly,
My presence unexpected.
A shocking jolt,
Without reflection.
And as you look
Upon my form,
Just a mirror
Of your inner dorm.
And when your breath
Takes the air around,
A single sound
To fill the town.
Saturday 30th April 2016 4:08 am
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