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At times, he would look at me with his chalcedony eyes, and the world would stop only to spin faster. And I would vanish, disappear, dissolve in this golden-blue haze, that would become greenish, yellow, silvery, sparkling like the finest champagne – but that reverie would end as it began, in throes of endless wonder…andContinue reading “***”

Streets of New Orleans

Down by the streetsOf New OrleansYou would meetA mysterious stranger. Down by the streetsOf New OrleansWould you stay,Would you run from danger?.. He would be  just the thingYou wanted to have,By the streetsOf New Orleans, But beware, for the thingYou wanted to haveCould kill youIn New Orleans. He would be a jewel,A goblet of wine,OrContinue reading “Streets of New Orleans”