Treasure Island

Ritchie Anonymous


Defeat


Paris, the Moonlight Café

Next to the waves of Shakespeare
Under the skies of eternity
Inspired by the music of destiny

Defeat

-No! No… garçon!
Her!
-Yes! The table across

A glance!
Inspires my soul
A smile!
My heart trembles
Delight!
Awakes my posture
Steps! Obsequious
Snowflakes touching my features
Hair! Silk
Trailed by the breeze
Eyes! Black
Pearls enthused by the moon
Scent! Perfume
Misty morning
Pure, fresh like virgin’s tears
Figure! Fairy
Fog shaped by the whisper of the sea

-Bonjour! Conversation

Violina! Name
-Like the sound of love?
-No, like the instrument. Monsieur

Argument
Sparkling wine
Burning lips
Countless heartbeats

Empty glasses… Timeless moments

Silence
Fairytale


History…

Submitted: Tuesday, January 26, 2010

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