The Typewriter
Some winter day,
In Orson's realm...
Or was it just a film?
One Paris night,
Along The Seine streams...
Or was it in my dreams?
I saw them, spies,
I heard all the cries...
Or had I been dreaming?
A machine gun
Would not stop to run...
Or was it still this film?
I woke up, then,
To grab a new pen...
Could THAT all make MY film?
The typewriter
let her fingers run...
WHO'LL STOP THIS MACHINE GUN!?
(Written on 04/27/2013)
Copyright © Voahanitriniaina Rabary-Andriamanday | Year Posted 2013
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