You'Re My Sun Poem by alim abla

You'Re My Sun



With the warmest shed of your instant blush,
You enlightened my dead humble heart;
The building became music hall, you were the musicion,
Symphony was your footstep, when you trotted around.

Friday, June 17, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: music
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