Well, I had a Poem to share with you all!
This poem I wrote in around 5 years? haha! Kinda forget!
This want went I was in 10yearsOld! Its went my Granpa went to Belgium and he told me his experience at there. Well this is what I wrote:) I called it
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" The Broken Strings "
"Later, He smiled and said it's what You Do:
Not JUST play the Song , but to make NEW Music
with what you have , then with what You Have left.
For words Unspoken , and withOut remorse
for Loves withheld. Rough-Draft mistakes.
If only my Heart and Teach my Hands
to Play , and Get it Right On The First Take.
Suddenly He Snapped Fingers As Though
To Shape Pain Into Order. That was Form :D
And All Was Void , As Before Creation
And There Was Light , I left My Class The Next Day.
When my GrandFather's Ship Steamed In From Belgium
To This Garden , Once An Opera House.
He Thought He Heard Dense Seawalls Ring With Arias.
Now Near The End Of The Middle Of My Life
All I Want Is More Walking Like This One "
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That's The Poem I wrote for 5Years. Yah!
I Hope You All Will Feel the Same Way Like Who! Haha! Like Me:D!