Sing something for me, sing,
while of yours think fly as dandelions.
Sing something for me, sing,
while the rain still rings only for us,
Sing something for me, sing,
Or hearts will begin to cry from loneliness...
Sing something for me, sing,
while the sun caresses ice still.
Sing something for me, sing,
Or you will be killed from my smile.
27.05.2008.
'Sing something for me, sing, or you will be killed from my smile.' Last two lines are so moving, I love to add my 10 with it.
What would life be without a song? Beautiful write, Tsira. Warm regards, Sandra
Merry Christmas to you and thank you for this poem, Tsira..may all good blessings flow your way in the new year.. :)
Lovely... a poem with not just a song but a melody.. very lovely to listen while reading or humming... touching yet very heart-warming... a lively write...
song of life is sung by our pure soul. so sing the song and nature sing four you
I swear I did this morning and it sort of worked, have a nice day birdie fly don't forget to smile :) :) :)
As wonderful as you are.. But can't say which one is more beautiful....your words or is it you? Yes, it's you. :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is awesome..now whoever sings for you must really should be killed by your smile as well your miraculous words...a magnificient composition Gul