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Blues for an angel
Someone is sitting in my naked tree
playing in melancholy
on frozen branches
The tones ripen
and touch down softly
at the feet of the tree
Someone is singing my lonely feet
warm in the night
with scales of glass
The songs paint
my sheets clean
in the darkness
Someone is playing in my naked tree
and blue shadows kissing
my wistful lips
The dreams lift
on strong wings
out of my frozen tree
Copyright © 2011 Maria Kimdal
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