Moonlight drips
drop by drop
from piano’s keys
soul dearly sips
silverene cup of
pristine silence
replete with
sonorous sighs
thoughts on wings
to distant lands
where Beethoven lived
a nice poem with light music & beautiful metaphor like a music of Beethoven..great
Thats how he did composehis syphoniesand never could express it.Wonderful!
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I would like to translate this poem
simple, beautiful, centralized metaphor! ! ! a nice read! ! !