Vision, poetry by Verity at
Flipp Romanovski



written by: Verity



I was distracted by something in my peripheral vision
one more glance and I was speechless.
Beautiful was too less to describe
was single toned and dressed in black.

My fingers ached
I wanted to touch and feel.
I wondered if she will be loud or mellow,
will lead or follow.
I wanted to show her my world, play, surprise her with my gifts.
I desired her to be mine, spellbound with my tricks.

I starred at her immaculate perfection
Did she understand our silent communication?

Only if wishes were horses…

Around the corner, was the classic Steinway Model B

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