Liza Sud

In Dresden - Poem by Liza Sud

In Dresden I will come down
and immedeately I will start
to play at the first german piano -
rehearsal in native land.

And you will hear, silent,
mecause you are so good.
All will give no glances
to us, blinded by the stew.

I will play right there at the station,
how long - for the whole life -to wait? !
Life is a presentation -
then deliverance us from pain.

Topic(s) of this poem: city

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 30, 2015

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