the opera singer
By benafim
The Opera Singer. They found him in a field of poppies, weed and flowering almond trees. Slowly sinking into ground, the skin on his face had the colour of soil. A nuisance when alive singing rude songs keeping us awake at night. Now he lies on a spot where an evergreen bush shall shimmer in the sun. …And his soul will smile when seeing us hastening by, on the road to nowhere. Written February 20th, 2002 © on Feb 20 2002 03:23 AM PST 0 • 9
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