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 © Belis Sky | Year Posted 2017
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