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A TENDER MUSE
It's xmas night.. so quiet.... can u hear how fluffy flakes of snow Are falling down? It's magic silvery night's haze that wrapped the town, Soft candlelight of candles on the window ceilings, A fur tree smell....so many feelings..... The warmth of fireplace...red wine, The hypnotising sounds of a saxophone... It's even seems there's no time.. As if it's melted in all this strange sensation, reminding some of the scenes of Dali's painting.. Pity we can't share this intimate picture, We can be with many people but it feels lonely inside, 'Cause we are many miles away.. And thoughts are the only way To try to bring us closer in such a cosy evening..
The prisms of light reflected in wine... words have no meaning.. New Year's coming.. bringing new hopes, happiness, new tryings, new sorrows, for some-new mistakes, for some-new experience,
Some will find, some will loose... But Always Love should be one's tender Muse...
Anna Ushakova (04/01/2004)
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