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The Violinist

A violin plays Softly in the breeze Its melody floats in the Air A lone sparrow flies Landing on the delicate violin It turns to sand on the beach The lone violinist Weeps He curses the sparrow To no longer fly Causing the sparrow To wither and die The violinist cries out As he slowly turns to sand himself And is swept into the sea

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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