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Playing her violin . . .

Playing her violin
The woman's enchanted music
beckons....
To call back her beloved ones
however,
Despite her seranades...
They still slumber in their graves.
Troubled in her heart...
She wonders...
Why?
Why dont they answer its whispers...
To come back
One last time...
For a final goodbye.
A hug and kiss
and
To speak the unspoken words...
I love you.
yet,
She continues playing...
Wondering if they are Angels
That can hear her music but can't be seen...

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