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Painting by Dina Shubin
She left me alone
In the mist of Avalon,
Her piano calls me.
Where are you my dear dolor?
The violin longs for your song.
Piano
19 Wednesday Feb 2014
Posted in Poésie
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19 Wednesday Feb 2014
Posted in Poésie
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Painting by Dina Shubin
She left me alone
In the mist of Avalon,
Her piano calls me.
Where are you my dear dolor?
The violin longs for your song.
The song is there, but my heart is not,
It has been claimed by the sound of strings
passion, pain and hurt it brings
Song turned into a melancholy
Thank you 🙂 beautiful words 🙂
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Love it!! XX
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I assume this is meant for the original not my humble words, that poem is amazing I agree 🙂
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To both XX 🙂
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You are too kind 🙂
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Thank you though if you write something I like it is ‘not my fault’ if I like it 🙂 XX
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Definitely not your fault, I am really really humbled 🙂 I thought you pressed the wrong reply button hence I asked the question, please keep liking my humble jumble of words, I really like it 🙂 thanks a million 🙂
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🙂 00 XX
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Absent instrument
That is playing in your dreams,
And calling for you.
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It is so delicate! XX
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piano and violin
two instruments
deeply in love
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Such a nice poem, I love the way the melodies get related to your words and sound due to them , cheers Aquileana 😉
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i love this.
your words are music …
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A beautiful site…
This is one of my favorites of all I have read so far.
Sarah
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I thank you 🙂
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