The Violin Player's Last Words
I wish I played the violin ones more
but the sound and strings ache me
This sad and stormy autumn
the maple trees tell me I'm dying
Inheritance will be the Immensity
with leaves and fruit of violin
but no one will ever know the meaning
of the springs with weeping deer...
written at 12 when my grandpa died.
Copyright © Iolanda Scripca | Year Posted 2010
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