play something andante and the violin
speaks to the soul wrapped in humming,
enticing forgotten dreams
memory sighs, listening to the moon’s
expressions of disappointment -
a change of course serenade
swirls in the air
Author notes
Prompted =>
"the girl i love plays the violin, and she knows that i love the beauty hidden to her within her soul. regrettably she floats away like dust drifting in the wind. not a word is spoken, time creates the gap, days pass and soon all love is over ripened. the girl i loved still plays the violin. alone."
-Anonymous, from website: grouphug.us
A contest entry
- Quick: by Lj-.
300 points, ended July 22, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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There's a softness to these words.
Thank you for your entry,
Best of luck.
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