| = to be revised | Luminita Suse [19.Sep.05 17:11] |
The Cello poetry [ ] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - by Ion Ana Marilena [Jinxy] 2005-09-17 | | Singing at a cello She stud silent in the attic Never looking through the window Always singing more dramatic. And there besides her lonely soul The cello's sound was ever cold Could brake your heart and than amaze With the sad story that it sais. With tears of butter she sings on Until her soul is out and gone And all that's left Is just the bitter. She fals aslep with shivring tunes And dreams a dream that is long gone Only to wake her tired bones To play the cello...forever more | |