Ocatnie.
In B3 major.
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Tall poppies mowed down
No one left, nobody around
Their distance call paled away
What a waste, what was it for?
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Reflection from the Mediterranean.
Ocatnie
Tag Archives: Sohloa
Nnaccio
Nmaccio.
In A3 major.
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White lilies in a crystal jar
Held in hand with fingers fondling
still tender, fragile they are
Recalling of those days gone by.
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Reflection from the Mediterranean.
Aiamlie
Aiamlie.
In G3 major.
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Seasonal words for spring
Blooming flowers, bees, and green fields
Lambs with spring feet.
No surprise to feel hopeful, uplifted, and with steady feet.
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Reflection from the Mediterranean.
C
C.
In B3 major.
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It’s 5 o’clock on a cold morning
And it’s too early to get out of warm bed
The birds are busily chippering
It’s a long day ahead.
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Reflection from the Mediterranean.
Itierrana
Itierrana.
In D major.
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From a smoky mountain rising high above
In a nippy cold morning air
A picturesque masterly painted
Till the top blow off into the air.
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Reflection from the Mediterranean.
Emceya
Emceya
In F major.
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No sense of history
When rebuilding a new development
Nothing is sacred, nothing is speared
Only an eye, on a full money bag.
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Reflection from the Mediterranean.
Meofely
Meofely.
In G major.
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The mask of life
Behind the one, that they will hide
Fantasy blows them a ghostly wave
Reality is hard and makes them pay.
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Reflection from the Mediterranean.
E
E.
In D major.
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The watch tower is still standing
Upright, strong, and gleaming
In the glowing Mediterranean sunlight
Far away from my visual beam.
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Reflection from the Mediterranean.
V
V.
In B3 major.
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One cannot but answer
To your smile in blossom bloom
Warming up to the springtime
From deep down in the gloom.
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Reflection from the Mediterranean.
O
O
In A3 major.
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An idea pops its head
Not sure where it is heading at
Let it simmer, and wait
It will clear, then explain.
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Reflection from the Mediterranean.