Blue Valentine From The Other End

I’ll cross the Mississippi
my legs are far so pretty
rhythm the steps
any longer the drowning dawn
it’ll be back

take my green blue notes
for love is a dead ceiling
a sky of no sweet stairs
except for two lips I left there

and time, my a-roving boy
(ehi my babe there, liar of gold)
is but a floor
floating on tip-tap puzzle chords
for enchained blue-electric rains

by Stefania Paluzzi

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and time, my a-roving boy (ehi my babe there, liar of gold) is but a floor floating on tip-tap puzzle chords for enchained blue-electric rains hmm well done..its really a greta and rich poem with meaningful idea and the expression is very much poetic and sweet..liked it very much..appreciate your work..