Of sleepless nights ...

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And it is dark, I hear her feet no more.
A red moon leers beyond the lily-tank.
A drunken moon ogling a sycamore,
Running long fingers down its shining flank.

A lurching moon, as nimble as a clown,
Cuddling the flowers and trees which burn like glass.
Red, kissing lips, I feel you … (read more)

And it is dark, I hear her feet no more.
A red moon leers beyond the lily-tank.
A drunken moon ogling a sycamore,
Running long fingers down its shining flank.

A lurching moon, as nimble as a clown,
Cuddling the flowers and trees which burn like glass.
Red, kissing lips, I feel you on my gown—
Kiss me, red lips, and then pass—pass.

Music, you are pitiless to-night.
And I so old, so cold, so languorously white.

~ Excerpt from "Nuit Blanche" by Amy Lowell


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Forlenza
2020/12/06

Very elegant and beautiful!

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Indrani Mitra
(creator)
2020/12/06

Thank you Dan !

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Gala Mirissa
2020/12/07

it´s amazing, congrats artist!

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Indrani Mitra
(creator)
2020/12/07

Thank you Gala !

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Greta Brat
2020/12/07

magical :)

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Indrani Mitra
(creator)
2020/12/07

Thanks Greta !

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Gerdana Neis
2020/12/08

So beautiful!

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Indrani Mitra
(creator)
2020/12/08

Thank you Gera!!

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Beautiful poetic and musical piece ~ As if the sounds she plays can still be heard in the silence of her absence. ♥︎♥︎⚖️♥︎♥︎

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Indrani Mitra
(creator)
2020/12/11

Thank you Ally . An ode to all those nights that I cant sleep :)

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