Do the Do Re Mi
From far
I could hear
the crisp sounds
of White Ivory
piano
So melodious
Never again
be the same
as the fingers
of my permanent
dreams
dancing
on the tones'
teeth
They just keep smiling
and shining
singing
the music
of my soul
We don’t need
the touch
of Richard Clayderman
Do the Do Re Mi Fa So La Ti Do…
And the Mocking birds
would be
our Orchestra
swaying us
to the enchanting
shores
treasure our love
in the sands
and throw away
the key
poem by Sulaiman Mohd Yusof
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