Symphony of Days By David Wilding (Friday 30th October, 2009)
Everybody has a song
What does it sound like?
And you are mine!
Your lips, cherry red, are for pleasure,
Your eyes sing through my soul and enchant me,
Your smile is sweeter than Four Seasons,
And to hug you is Beethoven's Fifth,
So dramatic, majestic with power and strength,
It fills me with wamth,
And I feel alive.
No longer
Will I be silent,
You are
My Symphony of Days,
Symphony of my Whole Life.
Come,
Sing to me yourself.
My body needs you,
My mind is silent,
They both need
The power of Your Song
And Magic of your Musical Mind.
Why would I hear another?
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- What a week I'm having I lose my girl, hate my job and gonna lose my mind! What's it gonna take? Just one more thing and that'll be it Five years ago replayed Except here Here in what was my sanctuary I can't take it no more! Everyone's out to get me ....
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'Something with Nothing' - by David Wilding
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