It was Wednesday 20th September 2006, when I should have been face down in work, typing out code or thinking how to better our work practices when I...
She may be the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
Maybe my treasure or the price I have to pay
..When I was distracted by the above lines and forced to read on...
She may be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day
The whole poem is beautiful, composed as a song by Charles Aznavour and Herbert Kretzmer. Oh for the love of good poetry. Simple, somewhat cheesy? not really, just damn good. Which all reminds me that I should write some poetry myself or at the very least visit http://poetry.tetto.org
Ciao
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
She, Of Great Poems and Moments
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Later that evening this beautiful song was critiqued in the company of a friend, vodka, and good music in the setting of a friendly pub with tragic decore'
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