Oh mighty Danube speak to me
Tell me whereabouts of dear Count
Do you see him, is he still around?
I have been everywhere
in search for his sight
No single trace of him, nor his might
Dark marks on soft skins
of pure beauties and dames
If you see him
Give him my name
Desperately in need
That’s why I came
Too much suffering
my heart has a hole
Can he please bite me
and remove my soul
Perspectives on Life, the Universe and Everything 
You are really inviting getting it in the neck! π
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π you are welcome to join me π or not π
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haunting and beautiful!
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Thank you so much for your beautiful comment π
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thank you for the lovely post!
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π
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I wonder where you are going, AB? Your words are lovely, but haunt me so. Maybe you are just playing as writers often do………
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All is well Kim, very well indeed, when in Budapest think like the Count π
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Good! Yes, one would have to think like the Count while roaming the darkness of Budapest. I played, Lucy in “Dracula” once. Getting bitten wasn’t all that great as I remember…..:)
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π to the old clichΓ© then..once bitten twice extremely reluctant π
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Hahaha!
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Absolute beauty! A thirsty traveler. Thirst for freedom & love after drinking the acid of evils.
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Thank you so much
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Oh! I love your photo and your poem!
I would love to go there and find The Count!
I once met Dracula at Universal Studios in California…and he vanted to bite my neck. I told him, “Please do!” He seemed surprised. I think my enthusiasm scared him! π π
HUGS!!! π
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People don’t know how to deal with a person with big heart like oceans π
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Very evocative and beseeching yet pretty. π
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thank you so much π
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Beautiful. I love this!
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So good to hear this Γilis π thank you so much π
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Very good poem. Really enjoyed it. Hugs, Barbara
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Really glad to hear that Barbara, thank you so much π
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