She comes to the balcony in her villa <br />She is wearing her flimsy dressing gown. <br />The lonely night is still young <br />And the crescent moon in her vivify. <br />The poor flautist plays his flute a sad tune at the river's edge. <br />And the scattered stars in the sky twinkle to its rhythm. <br />Though the Baroness likes his music <br />Where there is a vast gap between them <br />That never meets? <br />The unsung elegy seeks the haven <br />And the measure of freedom in this haunted night.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/negligee-and-the-crescent-moon/
