In the blues, in the valley i sat all alone
blowing sweet smelling sounds of my flute
which echoes through the hills
in harmony with the rush of the spring
then i saw an angel, yes, i am sure
on her face was an immortal smile
her heart aches for love
she sang with the voice of the blues
which lifted grasses like sweet wind
making me feel so cold
i paused for a while, took a walk towards her
then came a storm and a bass voice
like a thunder, so mean and hard
as i turned to her again, i saw her back
in a cloudy sky with no star
then i knew it will rain from her eyes.
storm and a bass voice. I like it. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
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