My Creamy Venetian Blinds - Poem by Ian Tronco
One click, A magnificent scene,
Blue mountain, fresh air, and fields of green.
The Quiet One played those sliding guitars,
Dreamy instrumentals and awesome sitars.
Black Coffee and toasted bread,
a book by Salinger waiting to be read.
Ornamental Orchids and lovely flowers,
are all waiting for their daily showers.
All these scenarios crept inside my mind,
as I opened my creamy venetian blinds.
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