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| <<<>>> |
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atatime |
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A tenderness in the strokes
Singing its sweet voice
Motive unknown yet heartfelt and sad.
Encompanied with tears and a smile.
The most elegant beauty
gracing the dance
Pure as a snowflake
On a crisp winter's day
Shut are the eyes
tight in passion
mezmerized onlookers
Bursting with ache.
flowing with the notes
she is the most fragile
not in this world
but of something more beautiful.
within a grasp
a wrinkled visage
seeping through the gaps
a teary eye.
such painful melancholy
this empty room
with deserted seats
and a dusty stage
a tear tapping the floor
lends the old woman a smile
the enchanted violin
played at a time. |
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