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| Starry Night, Vincent Van Gogh |
Where can I find the words to harbor
Those happy moments walked under the sunlight
Where do I find the imperfect semantics
That will contain the perfect substance?
That even a sceptic could not challenge
That even the most evil one would cherish.
When night spills over the tired town
And stars emerge on a perfect canvas
The moon will witness the words fall down
Right through the rooftop onto your eyelids
Night will steer away all your fears,
Night will be whispering to your ears
Sounds so subtle, yet flawlessly clear
These tender words of love my dear.
Where can I find the perfect music
To invite the words for a little shuffle?
Just like the wind is chanting through tree leaves
Just like the sky looks at me through your blue eyes
Morning will be unwrapping the canvas
Morning will touch you with its perfect music
Morning will bring us the joy of substance
These tender sounds of love, so soothing
Morning will steer away our fears
Morning will be singing in our ears
Keynotes so subtle yet flawlessly clear
This perfect music is love my dear.
May 2013
May 2013
Beautiful and classic
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