My Poems Nightblue
by Pit Becker paintmyblues, PIT BECKER ARTwork
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| She loves to sit at the coast in the middle of the night. . . |
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| . . . watching the Sea . . . |
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| She loves the sounds of the night, when dancing waves sing their blues |
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| Seabirds fall in love with nine chords in B-Minor |
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| An ancient wooden boat comes passing by, groaning under the moon, | searching for men |
and there were signs, written in the sky
sent with the wind from a far away friend
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and she hears the Sea cries . . .
the Sea cries for the fallen . . . at distant shores there is a revolution . . .
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| . . . She loves this endless nightblue sky . . . and when the moon turns green . . . |
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Painting and text by Pit Becker paintmyblues.
© by Pit Becker paintmyblues, PIT BECKER ARTwork, All rights reserved.
