Listening to Sade

Listening to Sade
Reminiscing about a life not lived
Damp day, seen from long wood framed windows
Lonely typewriter in the corner, a part of the unrealistic fantasy
Waiting for me
Calling me
It is the idea of re invention that has brought me here
To hold that heart of coal
And make it a flower of haute couture
Listening to Sade
Opens all the possibilities
Till the siren voice fades
And the fantasy morphs into another

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