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Play on, dear heart,
the sweet melodies of love,
give me a reason to write
yet another poem tonight.

Play on, before I depart
and visit other worlds afar.
Let me sing all my tenderness
to pure souls aiming for a star.

Play on, hold on to every drop
Of sanity the mind can find,
Let nothing be wasted henceforth
for peace can be a treacherous state of mind.

Play on, as the break of dawn
carries the solemn promise I made.
Then just fade, only to rise again
exploding in new hues and scents.

© Jean-Pierre Barakat