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catefrancescatefrances Posts: 29,003
edited March 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
she wears a pale dress
a mandolin in her hand
she sits on the wooden porch
barefoot and longing for her man
playing a melancholic tune
her mutt asleep at her knee
she knows he'll return
and hopes that it's soon
she hates to be alone
but she often is
he listens to her
yet still he leaves
she closes her eyes
picks at the strings
and pictures him in her mind
she'll play until he returns
and hears that melancholic tune.
hear my name
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
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  • justamjustam Posts: 21,410
    Hey, I think I know that woman! ;)
    :)
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  • I feel like the guy trying to head back home... great poem!
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