A Sad Violin


A sad violin

no strings left upon its heart

A hallow beauty 


She plays with imagined love

Strumming souls ever so mild


  • Author: Dove (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 10th, 2021 12:28
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 78
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  • Julie B

    So so lovely

  • orchidee

    Good write Dove.

    • Dove


    • Michael Edwards

      This really tugs - what a dream read it is.

      • Dove

        Thank you kindly

      • Goldfinch60

        Beautiful emotive words RB.


        • Dove

          Thanks Andy

        • L. B. Mek

          a wonderful read, like those last two lines

          • Dove

            Thanks Mek, much appreciated

          • Neville

            ... this is simply brilliant RB and no kidding ..

            ... Neville

            • Dove

              Thanks most kindly dear Neville , best to you

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