Simply Poetry

On Moonlight Hill

That Red Rose Café

on a high and windy hill

The magical fingers

of the Spanish guitarist

mesmerising diners

captivating hearts

He strummed and he sang

into the night …

and Into the night

the misty moonlight

peering through the window

The world stood still …

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Comments on: "On Moonlight Hill" (15)

  1. Sounds like an enchanting night! I hear the music through your words. 🎸 🎵 🎶

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  2. It feels like it was a great evening !

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  3. it feels like watching and hearing your words instead of reading, Iris! ❤ ❤ ❤

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  4. Your poem beautifully captured the moment, and the night! 🙂

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  5. Thanks for taking me away for a moment. Wish I could stay but back to reality and work. I love your poetry!😃

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