Music

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Music

Could you tell me why it starts again?

Could I ever rise above the ground?

Why the music cause enormous pain

Like the touch of open hurting wound

 

Edvard Grieg like sparkling mountain stream

Coming down  in shiny summer day

Pines and Firs are rising in the dreams

Mind and heart are wondering away

 

When you left? A century ago?

Voices silenced, faces got elusive

Is it any corner in the world

Where I could be sheltered from the music?

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To have great poets there must be great audiences too.

Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

Forestbird’s Poems (26)

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Autumn love 0
Music 0
Грустн
й Вальс
0
Kingdom of Leaps and Arms 1
Музыка 0
How I stoped hunting 0
Соната 0
Log cabin (russian)-И
бушка
0
Down that Lonesome Road (written by James) 13
Autumn in Taiga 11
Life 17
Siberian Crane 11
History and biography 2
Words 10
Artist 5
Veteran of WWII 3
Mountain and Desert 2
When ? 2
Nastalgia for Taiga (Russian) 1
Siberian Memories (Russian) 1
Road to you 2
Carpenter 2
Nostalgia for Taiga 1
Log Cabin 5
Summit of the summer 3
Siberian Memories 13