Wretched BeethovenA Poem by Nima.HopeDedicated to the soul of Beethoven and his admirers.
He moves his fingers amazingly fast He sees the moments rapidly pass He watches the blackbirds outside the window He knows his music will forever last He caresses the suffered grand piano He speaks through the tunes of piano His face is accompanied by a killing sorrow His seeking advice to be borrowed He can’t hear what he says He doesn’t know his achievements Will be the main subject of a thousand essays His angry unshaven face Shows his permanent lack of faith He was young when he lost his ear He only kept his piano near No woman could win him permanently He refused relationships so gently Once he was a kind-hearted man But the destiny didn’t care To whom he was forcing the pain The pain made him walking dead Only music could make him go to bed At last he didn’t hear what he said He just saw the piano keys move but in moves lie his tunes, © 2022 Nima.HopeAuthor's Note
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8 Reviews Added on June 12, 2022 Last Updated on November 29, 2022 AuthorNima.HopeVienna, AustriaAboutA Literature Lover, a bookworm, a music lover,mostly piano fan. I have been involved with poetry since I was 7 but now I've started to publish my poems in a website. I really admire you commenting o.. more..Writing
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