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Wednesday,Oct 14 2009, 07:50:37 PMPoetry
My soul is the piano, his words are the keys.
Together we compose, the best of symphonies.
How my soul replays his words of the day.
Like a composer writing a play.
I hear the music, as he strikes a key.
an orchestra, is what I see.
Two soul that share a common ground.
a friendship they have found.
What is a piano, without the player.
It's like a soul, without a desire.
It sits alone in the dark,
waiting for someone to light a spark.
A hope or a desire,
waiting for someone to inspire.
To play a song of the heart, a song of two souls that will never depart.Guestbook
10/15/2009 2:46 PMRe: Marina
sometimes I write haha Dori you know that! But I can do it in russian ! Not like you!!!!you thinking and writeing in english !!!!
Pripairing a foods kills all my desire to create!!!!!hahaha
Pripairing a foods kills all my desire to create!!!!!hahaha
10/15/2009 1:51 PMThank you Bassam!
I like a poetry but I know many of it in russian only! My english is bad!!!! what are you doing today?
10/15/2009 5:42 PMRe: Re: Thank you Bassam!
Children do not understand how we need to write to each other! hahaha it is like a air
10/15/2009 5:43 PMRe: how r u?
Im doing well Bassam! but want to be more happy!!!!! and how are you?
10/15/2009 5:50 PMok tell me is this right now then hehehee
Розами во многих цветах
представляют собой сердце
много чувств
Sweet вещей делает жизнь
более ярко
Для женщины в любви
показывает все
на ее лице
как она видит одну
Кто делает ее сердце кровоточить
и бабочки
Shake в течение всей
I translated it in Russian for you
hope I did it right though
hehehe