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My piano keys are stuck,
Prophets of solitude and
Aching disruptive sounds.

My heart strings were broken
By life’s wine flavoured nights
And everchanging places.

I sit by myself looking
Through my window
At the stary night sky.

A cold summer breeze
Closes my eyes shut
Into a blues wonderland.

Bruna Rodrigues


Painting By, Pierre Jean van der Ouderaa, “The Song of Love

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