Aug5 Crossing Rivieras, May 2014 Posted on August 5, 2014 by anna mosca Standard * not sure if it’s a song my ear gathers or a story gently murmured out of the blue water sailing between ridges innumerable notes I listen to these secret codes I lightly stare at the creases an opening on the improvising . . . . . Rate this:Share this:TwitterFacebookLinkedInTumblrEmailPrintPinterestWhatsAppSkypeLike this:Like Loading... Related
“A song my ear gathers” is superb phrasing; that will definitely stay with me for a long, long time! Lovely poem & photo, Anna!
Thank you Leigh!
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