A Cello Can't Be Burned
A Cello Can't Be Burned poetry stories
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A CELLO CAN'T BE BURNED
A cello can't be burned.
Its whisper may burst
like a cloud whose eyes pour rain.
Dance the cloud as life
may gain nothing to stay.
Dance the cello as love is a coming day.
Any age without love goes to its end.
Do dance to wake up again.
This cloud's rain is nothing
for sleeping shells.
A cello can't be burned.
A page ripped from life
Can be cello's nerve.
Drop your breath in the cello's chest.
Do dance love on life's slippery steps.
Life without love is a ripped page.
Though a cello is made of wood it can't be burned.

A Cello Can't Be Burned

by arustamyananahi

A cello can't be burned. Its whisper may burst Like a cloud whose eyes pour rain. Dance the cloud as life May gain nothing to stay.

Dance the cello as love is a coming day. Any age without love goes to its end. Do dance to wake up again. This cloud's rain is nothing for sleeping shells.

A cello can't be burned. A page ripped from life Can be the cello's nerve. Drop your breath in the cello's chest.

Do dance love on life's slippery steps. Life without love is a burned page. Though a cello is made of wood it can't be burned.

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