THE WHITE ROSE PAINTED WITH BLOOD

xxii - windflower winter jazz in the cafe arcadia

now playing : WINDFLOWER (1978)
by Herb Ellis • Remo Palmer

1:35 ───ㅇ───── 3:47
ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▯▯▯

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{ THE GIRL'S POV }

it's the night of christmas eve.

/ 𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖞-𝖙𝖜𝖔 𝖕.𝖒. /

i sit in 𝖈𝖆𝖋𝖊 𝖆𝖗𝖈𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖆, with my old sketchbooks and

collections of 𝖕𝖔𝖊𝖙𝖗𝖞. winter falls outside

the glass, the glass that reflects the 

warm lights in the 𝖈𝖆𝖋𝖊 𝖆𝖗𝖈𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖆

[ the jazz music tastes like 𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖋𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖘 under

the rising of bittersweet moons, tainted

with 𝖗𝖊𝖉 and 𝖌𝖔𝖑𝖉 and 𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖍𝖔𝖔𝖉. the piano

music feels like summer raindrops,

raining down like the echoing thumps

of unsteady heartbeats. a 𝖘𝖎𝖑𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖉

beat constantly threads through the music,

the music of 𝖘𝖎𝖑𝖐𝖞 𝖇𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖟𝖊 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒𝖘 ]

i sip on 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖎 𝖙𝖊𝖆, i sip on autumn dreams

and 11:11 moments (in winter). and i waited

for you, and waited.

there are people in the cafe. of smiling