A Ballad for Death

A compilation of the first 500 poems I ever wrote.
I write in my free time accross different styles and themes, sometimes there are reasons to what I write and sometimes there are not, but I always try to follow my inspiration.


190. Guitare couture


Dance a couple of quiet notes

On the border of your window

As I pass by and my mind floats

I can’t help but smile, crescendo,

And whistle gently to your tune.

The reason it touches me so

Remains today a mystery,

Oh it is true, no flattery!

I cannot explain how you sew

Such wondrous sounds under the moon.

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...