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Violin

Pick it up gently
Tune it, Dust it
Rosin the bow
Now we’re ready to begin.

It’s ecstasy to hold
Brings tears to my eyes
Music is made
Flows from my fingertips.

I read the notes
Feel it in my heart
Remember the tunes
Play from memory

There is a feeling unnamed
It grows and blooms
A violin in my hand
A joy overflowing.

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  • HeatherAnne
    November 4
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    Thanks a lot! I'm not on very often so only have a few new poems now n then.


  • Cup-a-Joe
    November 4
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    Very nice. Your imagery is wonderful, i can almost hear the music.
    Why has no one commented on your work?
    Welcome to ap.
    Joe