Music is the expressment of the soul
Making our emptiness whole
In their grand melodies we’re lost
Our communion, our host
A special place in our heart
Reserved for this beautiful art
We always return to its kiss
Its dreamy warm embrace
Cherished are those who create it
And blessed those who are witness to it
Master-class with Floyd Santimano and Ahana.
This is me. Bonjour!
Listless: Lacking zest or vivacity
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These dreams of dread, I sprout, All souls so weak, they rout. These gnarled roots of mine, they bind, All souls of so feeble, a mind.
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لا أحب الصراخ بحنجرتي, فصرخت بأصابعي وأصبحت كاتبة. لــ كوليت خوري
I can't sleep...
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