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Piano

April 19, 2015
By EnriquePe BRONZE, Monterrey, Other
EnriquePe BRONZE, Monterrey, Other
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Piano,
Playing with my fingers as delicate as a feather.
Moving them across the black keys,
Trying to please myself,
With the delicate sound.
Music flowing like ideas into my mind.
As I press down the keys to my soul
The world becomes invisible to me.
I reach out to a happy world,
And I truly become myself.


The author's comments:

This is a piece about how I feel about one of my hobbies, playing the piano.


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