The violin sings
Of ineffable things
As the night falls away
Giving way to the grey
Dawn
The sun rises
To the sound of strings
And I must dance
To the tunes
Of forgotten songs
To the rhythms
Of worlds long gone
To the memories
Of places belonged
As the violin sings
I am it's strings.
2 comments:
The fluid stream of the words simulate as if, the flowing notes of the violin. Beautiful harmony of sound and feeling
The fluid stream of the words simulate as if, the flowing notes of the violin. Beautiful symphony of words and emotions.
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