Sep 25
The pianist stands his ground,
As he stares into the crowd.
A volume is all he'll ever be,
His music is his memory.
So he plays life,
In forte.
As he stares into the crowd.
A volume is all he'll ever be,
His music is his memory.
So he plays life,
In forte.
Be proud, pride built the city of dreams. But balance it with humility, the son of God carries himself with respect, yet he is selfless.
(15/M/Rochester NY)
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