Glimpses, they said.
He can only see glimpses.
Leaves rustle near the park,
waiting to be raked.
Won't you stay a while longer,
he asked her.
His hand's cold, she thought.
Purple, he said. You wore purple
to the banquet that night.
It was a brilliant night.
Promise me you'll stay.
Yes, Papa. But her eyes wandered
outside, towards Trafalgar Square.
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Felt inspired by the array of beautiful music I've discovered today by several brilliant composers. In particular, this poem was inspired by Thomas Newman's "American Beauty" from the musical score of the movie. Best composer of the day, however, would have to go to Andrea Guerra, an Italian composer who is one of the best composers I've ever heard. As for my personal life, I can sum it up by two words: reading and writing. All done in Oxford fashion, though, of course :) I've been learning more and more what it means to be grateful for the things we so often take for granted. Thank You, Lord, for patience.
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