Appassionata Poem by Marieta Maglas
Appassionata
In his core, the piano holds
the Beethoven's 'Appassionata'.
The piano keys are virgin teeth
ripping the melody
into sounds:
‘Allegro Assai,
Andante con moto - attacca,
Allegro, ma non troppo,
Presto'.
We eat those sounds
while making love continuously
in that river of life
flowing in cascades.
Sometimes, our feelings are orchids,
and some other times, they are only
possession and control
of something,
which epitomizes
the conflict
between the beauty and the danger.
Suddenly,
I need to say 'I love you',
and I do not need to change the meaning of these words.
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I need to say ''I love you'' And I do not need to change the meaning. of these words. Yes poet, it was the same when Beethoven thought about His piano. The fingers would get another passion and shape when it kiss the loving keys. It had been reported by her favourite students. 'Our feelings are sometimes orchids......' And poets want to get every wounds of it by blood like the giraffes in eating thorns. Beside all other dailyness or the hazards of daily dangers only love supplies us nectar to live for next day after getting dark. Well-written appassionata. 10+++ pranab
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4/19/2024 12:44:03 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Very passionate and beautiful. May the music never end. Warm regards, Sandra