daubmir nadir

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Composer - Poem by daubmir nadir

Piano playing
Notes of sublimest melody
Whilst I walk
On clouds
Nude and insentient
Feeling cotton pods
In my head.

Split my skull
And extract a sonata
A million cherubim
Cannot compose
In God’s lifetime
And demons

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 4, 2006

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