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Please, play the piano till I cry

Poetry By: Olga Possokhova
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This poem is dedicated to my friend musician - Abram Korsunsky.


Submitted:Jun 1, 2012    Reads: 26    Comments: 2    Likes: 2   


Please, play the piano till I cry,

Play it, like northern wind blows for autumn.

Like fallen leaf is rising to the sky,

My soul is getting up from the bottom.

My glass of wine I won't even touch,

I will leave it by dying candle.

Don't ask me why I'm thinking too much:

Any questions right now I can't handle.

Please, just play. Let me feel what I'm feeling,

Because feelings, I know, never lie.

If my life is just one evening,

Please, this evening, play the piano till I cry.

October 10, 2010





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