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A poet has to manifest herself in a safe environment. This is such a place for my early baby steps. The wonders of the world and my inner thoughts mingle. They become one. It’s a journey of the soul, a spark of the mind, and a bit of spit. For more "Poet @ Work 2"  [18+], "In honest simple verse" [E]  On the other hand: it might be a brooding place for challenges and poetry contests, some of which required ONE STAR RATING. (In case somebody wonders about the
 gracing this blog) A large group of writers participated in this challenge that required to rate as low as possible. So, it doesn't mean this blog is a bad blog or that they reviewed mean, it was required and this is the consequence. Alas! |
Billie Holiday (1915-1959) – Gloomy Sunday (1960) "Gloomy Sunday" Sunday is gloomy My hours are slumberless Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers will Never awaken you Not where the black coach Of sorrow has taken you Angels have no thought of Ever returning you Would they be angry If I thought of joining you Gloomy Sunday Gloomy is sunday With shadows I spend it all My heart and I have Decided to end it all Soon there'll be candles And prayers that are sad I know, let them not weep Let them know That I'm glad to go Death is no dream For in death I'm caressing you With the last breath of my Soul I'll be blessing you Gloomy Sunday Dreaming I was only dreaming I wake and I find you Asleep in the deep of My heart Dear Darling I hope that my dream Never haunted you My heart is telling you How much I wanted you Gloomy Sunday "Gloomy Sunday" Sunday is gloomy My hours are slumberless Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers will Never awaken you Not where the black coach Of sorrow has taken you Angels have no thought of Ever returning you Would they be angry If I thought of joining you Gloomy Sunday Gloomy is sunday With shadows I spend it all My heart and I have Decided to end it all Soon there'll be candles And prayers that are sad I know, let them not weep Let them know That I'm glad to go Death is no dream For in death I'm caressing you With the last breath of my Soul I'll be blessing you Gloomy Sunday Dreaming I was only dreaming I wake and I find you Asleep in the deep of My heart Dear Darling I hope that my dream Never haunted you My heart is telling you How much I wanted you Gloomy Sunday Gloomy Gloomy My hours are shadows Numberless flowers will awaken you The black coach of sorrow Has angels returning Angry thought joining Gloomy Gloomy shadows - I end it all Candles are sad Know that I’m glad Death For in death With breath blessing Gloomy dreaming - I wake asleep Darling dream Never my heart I wanted you Gloomy. |
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