Oh Nina Simone
i am all abalone
when i see
your open face
i don't have
to hear a word
your going to sing
but know its
gonna be good
those cords from
your stomach speak
while fingers trance along
and reach all trough
your deepest voice
a glance so vulnerable
a woman can
but grow strong
you have no choice
but string
and sing one more
your lyrics
sound like poetry
above all good and wrong
of the one you used to be
and are still
I sigh and pause
a twinkle from my
eyes it catches yours
immemorable
it will be
so timeless
my applause
and silently.
Madrason 25102013
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Madrason writer
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