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Siren Song
I thought I heard an orchestra
playing sonatas in the wood
on the most perfect of days,
when the sun was still high,
and the rich smell of honey in the air.
Such a fecund aria followed
and mellowed through the trees,
a gentle siren song
drawing me onwards,
till I chanced on a clearing,
and there you were,
radiant, wistful,
music to my eyes,
waiting.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul,
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🙂 Love it! But we should not forget Siren’s singing is not harmless, the Greek history shows. 😉
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Indeed, watch out 🙂
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Excellent.
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Many thanks Rupali
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Just wow!
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Thank you so much Punam, really appreciate your thought.
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You are welcome Paul.
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This is captivating!
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lol a siren singing, eye candy … so romantically woven 🙂
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I’m easily seduced 🙂
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yes, most men are … what to say 😦
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lol
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Fantastic poem once again – just beautiful
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Many thanks Lyn
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Beautifully penned, Pau!!
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Thank you the wonderful compliment
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Love the way you paint with your words!!!
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🙂
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you very much
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My pleasure, Paul!
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