Misery knocks at my door;
Despair which dark dreadful night has brought drag me down deeper;
The sky overcasts with clouds and the rain seems ceaseless;
Wind rushes screaming through void and I’m scared by a loud thunder;
Light, oh where is the light?
There are lamps but not flame..not even a single flicker..
My heart, Is such your fate?...Ah, death is then better by far!
Light…
…Kindle it with the burning fire of your fervor.
Kindle it with gentle love and care!!
The Pianist
6 years ago
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