A Blind Gypsy And His Piccolo Poem by nimal dunuhinga
A Blind Gypsy And His Piccolo
He pitches a higher octave the inner song of desperation
While his fiancee on picnicking with her violin.
She fiddles to another heart a different tune
And the blind sees her secret whereabouts.
* I love you and hope you love me
I kept my promise, don't keep your distance.
-Evita, Don't cry for me Argentina-
Fiddle and flute will be in synchrony and synergy hope so…melancholy will be élan …euphony nears the distance… thanks for sharing… Ms. Nivedita UK 10/10
Nice Subtle verse from a Master Poet, I acknowledge with respect. Philip
Nimal this is very sad - and penned with sensitivity and musicality. Your image of blind betrayal is poignantly drawn. Excellent poem. love, Allie xxxx
To be able to read what another feels through there expression of music Wow, what a tallent Another great piece from you Nimal All the best Love duncan X
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I would like to translate this poem
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12/14/2024 4:57:53 AM # 1.0.0
Two souls out of tune with each other. This is very sad. Life can be very unfair. Fine penning, Nimal. Always your friend at poemhunter, Sandra