onsdag 30. september 2015

A piano on my street...


A piano on my street...
Children playing outside...
A Sunday, and the sun
Shining golden with joy...

My sorrow that makes me
    Love all that's indefinite...
Through I had little in life,
    it pains me to have lost it.

But my life already
    runs deep in changes...
A piano I miss hearing,
    those children I miss being !


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