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the harp

the harp! I'm afraid to play the harp! Vibrating its strings I can hear a sound that makes me shiver And remember anything distant Mixture of nightmare and dream sweet. I'm afraid to remember forgotten ways the sound of an instrument that does not forgive past Anything past! Guilty soul, I fear that my past is exposed as paintings on the wall. But what a joy: here they are, in fact, Pictures of open paths to infinity. And a soft white light Shaped figure She invites me to follow it. Is an angel that I have long been waiting for? God Himself in human figure? "The past does not matter" - says the figure - But still afraid to play the harp. Open windows, tableaus, light flooding the environment, Widening paths to infinity - windows Divine! Inside the enclosure, the simple furniture, piano, harp - the past! Outside in the future! Where that Being, mild and white light, smile, and opens its arms to me this is a piece from my love ceizar i thank you from my heart my love

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Date: 12/11/2010 6:23:00 AM
Nice creative thoughts on harp with introspection, duncan
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