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YANI LOU DINGLASA LIM

(Dipolog City)

Siren Song of my Life


music is my passion
i like every beat that goes on
music is what i breathe
music is there since birth

it is a blind witness of my frustrations
a bizarre outlet of my intoxications
a scapegoat on a morbid wordly expectations
and a descriptions of all the wild emotions

music can fulfill every inch of my desire
an open ground of a burning wire
baring the deepest soul to dare
just like air it is everywhere

music will spread on like tomorrow
where only time can beat and borrow
surely can cure all the unfastened sorrow
in this phase of unchanging narrow

music everybody can wear
along with a silent reverie and a tear
they speak it with so dear
and tis found everywhere

Submitted: Sunday, June 07, 2009
Edited: Monday, June 08, 2009

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