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By Briana Kassia Date: 2003 Feb 23 Comment on this Work [[2003.02.23.16.29.17459]] |
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You breathe in words like the scent of wine And exhale the music of your heart The sad sweet strains of love lost and found And sometimes just torn apart The fragility of love painted into a tune Crooned quiet to your guitar Sister mine, how honoured I am To have seen you come so far Your voice is clear like a jewel, Sultry-smoky as a new-lit fire But each note sung comes from the heart And makes of hate a liar You are the lovely nightingale, The Emperor's own songbird Awed, I sit and secretly listen... I leave breathless, without a word. |