Strings of Solitude
After centuries of practice,
she is still condemned to the shadows of the attic
were she has perfected her craft
to make the violin gently sing her tale of solitude from the dark
The owls listen attentively to her beautiful melodies all through the night
And wonder for whom she plays for, with a smile on her face till the morning light
Copyright © Gee Sunn | Year Posted 2018
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