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Thursday, September 26, 2019

Poem- “The French Piano Player”

“The French Piano Player”


Random impressions of the French polish.
Using oil at a fast-paced tune.
An ongoing habit proves the quality with fine results.
Processing is handled under a strict time watch.
Fire burns in the corner.
Dreaming of more wood leaves behind a perception in fitness.
Trains of midnight fill a viewer’s thought for art early in the morning.
Stains form where thoughts are sought for in earnest of the higher reaches.
Wiping cloths may be disputed on for more names- words for more words.
Great paintings loom in the horizon as some piano has its keys tickled.
Romance is a blend of elegance and delight which gets harsh.
Music fills the air with practical lengths in gear, like turns for a machine.
Love happens eventually, and personality comes at a rise-and-fall motion.
Bring in the wine at merry during a song for long distress!
Intense heat burns in the lovers.
Vision comes apart where memories touch on sensation for enterprise.
Notes cover every sound in question for a station wagon later.
Obstacles are sensed in voice to displeasure of mistakes.
Pastimes live in us beyond the grave and a healthy mood gives up the ghost.









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