Thursday, July 25, 2013

A morn bossa nova...

A sailor kind morn
Sprayed
Water
On this life
And bossa nova rhythm me enticed,
As if Antonio Carlos
Was rewriting
A rhythm
Within,
A jazz and samba fused
This morn
As watery lake got en theosed...

And ripples of waves
By the breeze of the cool
Brought swans to bathe...
And the leaves to rustle...
And the silence overwhelming all din n bustle...

A sailor kind morn
On sea ,
A voyage-
To the distinct
Of an unknown preccinct,
Arrived...
Thus,
Like Antonio Carlos...

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