PRISONER OF TIME 1 © 2007

The dancing tears,

On the piano keys they soar,

To the sound of serene melodies,

In the silence they echo.

Each drop, a gentle note,

Glides in a slow rhythm,

As sadness sails,

In the harmony of the moment.

The tears dance, without cease,

As if they were shining stars,

And in the soft touch of the piano,

They find their place.

To the sound of serene melodies,

They become part of the song,

Eternal dancers,

In the score of emotion.

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