Her fingers caressed the ivories
So very lightly.
The tunes that played
Echoing sweetly.
*Nuvole Bianche,
Ludovico Einaudi*
The title, she said,
means white clouds.
To her,
this song
captures the feeling of utmost sincerity
that exist in the purest
of her heart.
To be able to stay soft,
even after passing through cruel hands of the world.
To be as kind as you can,
even if the world will not pay you back.
To go out of your way for others,
even if it will never be enough.
To be genuine until the very end,
even when the whole world is against you.
To be soft in this cruel world
might just be the strongest power
a human can possibly possess.
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 2:47 PM UTC
Her fingers caressed the ivories
So very lightly.
The tunes that played
Echoing sweetly.
*Nuvole Bianche,
Ludovico Einaudi*
The title, she said,
means white clouds.
To her,
this song
captures the feeling of utmost sincerity
that exist in the purest
of her heart.
To be able to stay soft,
even after passing through cruel hands of the world.
To be as kind as you can,
even if the world will not pay you back.
To go out of your way for others,
even if it will never be enough.
To be genuine until the very end,
even when the whole world is against you.
To be soft in this cruel world
might just be the strongest power
a human can possibly possess.
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