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“Sunlight” By Christine
When the light is as bright as the sun,
When the moon shines like a nightlight.
When the trees grow and fall like the seasons,
When my mind feels as clear as the sky,

When disaster comes like tornados,
When tears fall as the rain did.
We shouldn’t feel the same as before,
Knowing everything won’t be as clear and bright;
Like sunlight.

That is a very nice poem. I like it.

thanks:)

"The Piano” By Christine

Its mouth is like the keys. The notes playing are like the piano's never ending speech.
I hear him speak to me as I play, not English, but the piano language.
It was as if the notes were coming around me and through my ears.
As I played on, I heard his message, or my message to everyone that I couldn't of spoke out of my
Mouth, but my hands.

When I stood up to go my way, I felt my fingers wanting to
go back and play once more, like a magnetic field.
Half-way upstairs, I went back and looked at the piano
And imagined that I saw the stands holding him up, were like his arms and legs that begged to
Jump up and go outside or at least walk around. The handles knobs on the cover of the keys were like
His eyes giving me the look as cat pleading to go outside.

"I'm sorry," I told him. "You can't even fit through the door!"

Even trying to imagine how they got the piano in, is as imagining a book trying to fit through a
key whole.

The piano backed up and retreated like a pouting puppy.
It looked as if he was forming back into his piano stillness.

"The piano couldn't of just begged to go outside, could it?" I whispered to myself.


As I went up the stairs, I quickly remembered that I just imagined it.

LOL, Very good, I love it!

Thank you!