Donya Almously


Music is the verse of the soul, And melody the quiver of a sweet breeze on A heartstring. It's a fairy's magical fingertips Fluttering over a sentimental doorway, Opening to reveal hidden memories from The depths of the past. It is the quivering of a chord, penetrating Your ears through the waves of ether, only to Exit in the form of an ardent teardrop leaving It's languorous trace of long lost love or The painful bite of destiny. Maybe these notes Could exit through your lips as they Widen with the joyful smile of fulfillment. Music is a body composed of weary sighs. The breath of souls and the spirit of hearts... "Khalil Gebran Khalil"

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