Friday, 18 April 2014
Passing lines of villas in blue
One open red door, déjà vu
When and why did I last come here?
The courtyard where gnarled trees grew
A sun kissed bench, I had sat there
Colours and scents were everywhere
Limestone walls, paints that peel and flake
Walk on dry leaves and loose all care
I hear the dulcimers’ faint shake
Echo through the vast rooms and make
Me linger next, near the fountain
Each droplet, a memory break
When can I go back once again?
I keep coming back to regain
An elusive idea, a pain
And relive it more, once again
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18 April 2014 at 15:44
20 April 2014 at 11:02
Thanks Ray ! I am planning to add to it after April.
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