To Dinah Shore
A melodic sunshine,
A playful memory,
A long-awaited summer.
She wears red dresses,
And her look is as cold as the Alps,
And a brass orchestra
Sounds like a chimeric paradise
Wall of sounds.
She is a definition of elegance,
A bright and voluptuous lady
With images so refined and elated,
You cannot stop listening
And dreaming of high life.
Romance and style,
Loneliness and mystery,
A slow dance with destiny
In good old vinyl.
© Maryna Tchianova
A tribute to © Dinah Shore, a jazz singer from the 1950s.
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