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Auburn lady envious of the blue night with its gleaming, capturing stars;
those rare diamonds, belonging to the silent and vast Universe,
you've stolen to adorn your undulating hair,
brushed by the July's harebrained breeze,  
so temptingly soft and adorably fair;
if no admirer or lover seeks you, can I offer you my first dance? 
Your melancholic look is fixed downward,
and you refuse to look above, nothing excites you tonight;
your external beauty cannot be resisted or ignored,
and will an harlequin, in his vividly colored costume, make you smile?
I'll play the flute brightly and make him dance to cheer you with his wit...
until your sadness leaves no sign on that sad face!


The shrill sound of the crickets can darken your spirit;  listen closely, auburn lady...
sing along with the blue night, while your musical tones become the chords of my harmony!   


Inspired by Edward Robert Hughes's painting: Night


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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