Goosebumps

Her residence is upstairs on a rent;
She lives sole.
She has great passion of playing piano
and mostly plays in the silence of night.
Plays with high strength of mind;
And I enjoy listening it.
The melodies of her piano
drifts me to sweet dreams.

But now a days she is out of town.
And the most frightening thing is that
I still hear the melodies at night.

Moral - Devil exists for real, God exists for real.



- Augastus Black
Date - 1st June 2016
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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De Beaulieu Avatar
September 14, 2016 at 5:21 PM
Your tale is haunting and beautifully done. Idid enjoy reading your poem.Good writing.
St.Cross Avatar
September 7, 2016 at 5:29 PM
I usually only play my own metaphorical piano for, `Her Beauty's...yet, one can definitely imagine what as why, others may play? I would rather be haunted by love or its morphological needs then by, hate, dogma or oppressions...Love, your haunting tale. Lovely *
Black Avatar
September 9, 2016 at 12:07 AM
I too like the fact that you also like playing piano.
Black Avatar
September 9, 2016 at 12:05 AM
Thank you Mam! I am very glad that you liked this.....
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