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The song of yore
I step into a tired down
tavern elegantly enthralled
by the intoxicating aroma of alcohol.
There I see him standing
not to far from the broken battered bar .
A man holding within his
wholesome hand a horn
beautifully burnished
by the beguiling color brass .
Then the horn starts to sing.
It’s at first soft simple
then turns serpentine
and strong.A swan song
that careens us all down
to tears .
As we are taken back
to our years of yore .
Where we were
once met with
admiration
and respect .
Where we finally
fly like a dove
into the arms of
not hatred but love
that we once had
before.
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Edward nigma
Thu, 2021-04-15 15:05
My inspiration
https://youtu.be/kV8G_FjJzV4
And
https://youtu.be/-3X6O5kj1Wc
Hlm life without literature is a life without logic.
c lynn brooks
Thu, 2021-04-15 16:28
Edward
Edward may I suggest compacting your lines for example
I step into.a tired down tavern
elegantly by the intoxicating
aroma of alcohol
There I see him standing
not to from the broken . battered bar
holding within his wholesome hand
a horn
Beautifully burnished by the beguiling
color of brass
Then the horn begins to sing
Do you see waht I am doing. I am giving your words more structure , You cn always msg me if you need help
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Edward nigma
Thu, 2021-04-15 16:33
Thank you
I shall fix it
Hlm life without literature is a life without logic.
Simon
Fri, 2021-04-16 08:03
Alcohol is really nice
Very cool when one get the enticing feeling that gives a smiles which never fade away in a second, only this part reminds me of a moment thanks for dropping by.
Nice work.
I rather learn how to fish than begging for one.
Edward nigma
Fri, 2021-04-16 10:14
Thank you
Thank you
Hlm life without literature is a life without logic.