Poezie
The Hours
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Mediu
Sit down and play for me
One of those minuets
That Bach would play
For Anna Magdalena.
Let me watch your little fingers
run on the keyboard,
like leaps of sea trout schools
breeding in shallow waters.
I love to see your eyebrows
lift and fall with the tempo -
like a young hawk’s flight
under a clear sky.
Let me wonder at your face
enlightened with inspiration,
white as the foam that only forms
when wind has stirred the ocean.
Oh, if only I knew
how to seize the moment
that the two of us share,
secluded from the claws of time,
that stealthily snatches you
away from me,
with every second of the hour.
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