Monday, November 07, 2005

Verse without Title

I watched the moon so many times,
So I could find something that rhymes,
That touches my soul in every night-
Can be my guide, can be my light.

Music, enriched the heights above,
In every heart is bringing love,
The dance, the rhythm - old and new;
All this I wish, I should I knew.

Too many "my", too many "I" 
But who I am, whom do I lie?
What have I done so I pretend - 
The few notes came from a band!

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