Hidden eeries of desire echo to angelsongs of love: Listening to Bobby Bare

Monday, July 6, 2009

Listening to Bobby Bare

The sandpapered rumble of a song flavours the sunset, Cigar smoke melancholy greets the weeping of the stars A last come and get me rich with the emptiness of regret Echoes into the evening, harmonising with the cars. The plaintive tune fades as the sky bleeds into twilight The city finds it's voice... Sign in to see full entry.

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