returns home as time wore her laugh
that he lands on his shoulder showed he only hears
the hollow melody of silence while
icy moon in light silhouettes the way you
shuns such as shadows from another time
from the self-tune melody
NIGHT IN BLUES II
With the trumpet of Miles Davis on us me
said when I saw the fear
disfiguring those lips
illuminating the reproaches with embers of passion
sinking into
scalpel reason as halving the siege of voice
knew he did not want to lose
BLUES NIGHT AT III
hear a voice emerges from his notes
midsummer sun
sings wistfully of a backlight
blues poems 
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