Baroque Aviatrix

[salsa]

Music inside her chamber of stone
Princess sits by the fireplace
Violin twisting with the last warm tone
Opens her secret hidden case
Echos of the strings still moan
Opium burning thru her face
Glowing like a small volcano cone
Shadows grow and join the race
Feeling detached like an eye alone
Candles painting open lace

~sc

edited :one too many "her" - two too many "The"

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[salsa]

thats very nice salsa i enjoyed that one very much - :thumbsup


:rofl

[ravenblanc]

thats very nice salsa i enjoyed that one very much - :thumbsup


:rofl

Exactly what I was going to say. :happy