Whispered Movement

Her’s was a subtle . . .can you call it a song?
Her’s was a whispered movement
And i would like to say
that a tiny angel waited to catch each and every tear
But she doesn’t like it when i lie
No matter how good the lies are . . .

Her’s was a subtle . . . symphony
Her’s was not a crescendo in scream major
And i would like to say
that each and every sigh was recorded for the women of the future
But she doesn’t like it when i lie

No matter how good the lies are . . .

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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