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Author Name: FreeShe Whispers 6 Comments
Date Added: June 25, 2010 07:06:11 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Fabian Perez - Man Lighting Cigarette

He lite another cigarette while
he was waiting for her

And had a couple glasses of whisky
to sooth his very parched throat

She promised to be there with him
as soon as she could get away


Restless longing years had past
 now they were to finally meet

 His hand trembled as he reach
for the cool glass to steady
his own nervous hands

The piano man was playing
old love songs of the past

Music to dance too it was putting him
in a dreamy romantic state of mind

 He looked at his watch once again
only a few minutes had past


he whispered so softly
into the smoky musical
atmosphere of the
night club

Bring her to me ....
We have waited so long....


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Photo By   Fabian Perez
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Comment By: FreeMoonStar on June 25, 2010 09:04:38 PM Report
Oh my!!! This was a dream.. I felt your words in this India!! Like I was sitting there watching the man. You have such a way lady in telling a story..



Moonie xx 

Comment By: FreeAlfred Berggren on June 25, 2010 10:56:51 AM Report
Great poem and picture. I guess he's in a speakeasy waiting for her and listening to the combo at the front of the place. Mybe there's a black foursome playing a saxaphone, trumpet, licorish-stick, and base. Maybe they're playing " Aint Misbehaving". Who knows.
Comment By: Freemandate on June 25, 2010 10:21:29 AM Report
Very nice write. I know if I were waiting for my love my hands would also be trembling. You describe the anticipation and fear of not knowing perfectly.


Comment By: FreeChris Jon Ryley on June 25, 2010 09:54:05 AM Report
Thought this was quite wonderful.
Comment By: FreeAminath Agleema on June 25, 2010 09:31:25 AM Report
wow so nice
Comment By: FreeRobert on June 25, 2010 09:12:25 AM Report
Oh my you have looked into my soul again I felt this in my very bones my eyes are tearing a wonder of a poem--- How dare you? You know me well.  


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